A Sip of Starlight

she can't help but taste the stars

those rare nights when their nectar

drips from the heavens

her mouth gapes wide

like hatchling sparrow in nest

dependent on mother sky

errant starlight freckles

her dark skin like molten sand

droplets gummy as old honey

the taste of deep space

complex as old creation and marinated

by a million mile journey

not sweet, not sour

an indescribable umami well worth

full human lifetimes of wait