Love Poem for My Husband Who Hates Star Wars And Will Definitely Be Annoyed by the References
In a blizzard on Hoth, you are the Tauntaun’s intestines.
Your eyes, the two brightest moons of Tatooine.
You are my Mandalorian armor, my Jedi cloak.
Your ragged beam of light slashes all my enemies to ruin.
You know the power of my dark side, smooth each red
slash in my Craitian sand white again with your touch.
Luminous beings are we. Not this crude matter.
A dyad. A nothingness that can accomplish miracles.
When you say I love you and I say I know, you may not
get the reference. But I do. And I do. Always, I will.
Donna Vorreyer is the author of To Everything There Is (2020), Every Love Story is an Apocalypse Story (2016), and A House of Many Windows (2013), all from Sundress Publications. Her work has appeared in Salamander, Baltimore Review, Poet Lore, Sugar House Review, Waxwing, and other journals, and she serves as an associate editor for Rhino Poetry. Twitter @djvorreyer