As many stars as in the silenced night…
by Francesca Forrest

 Stars salt the sky, that we may feast upon it
Let me slice this darkness for you
You take it, eat, then kiss me
So I may taste it on your lips
And whatever stars may linger on them
Those last faint shining flakes
You have not claimed
With your own tongue

Francesca Forrest has lived near the coast of Dorset, England, and by a bamboo grove in Japan, but has spent the last ten years within walking distance of the Quabbin Reservoir, in Massachusetts. Her short stories and poems hide out in various corners of the Internet.