hot potato nuclear furnace

In isolation
love builds
becomes white-hot, dense
a star
(not like a romantic jewel in the night
but like a violent nuclear furnace)
A hot potato in my hands
I throw it to others

I'm desperate to get rid of it
give it to anyone
with a gentle heart
and a sharp mind
to anyone
who isn’t me

A farm dog denied sheep to herd
every day I circle the confines of my room
growling, tearing up carpet
biting at ankles

What am I supposed to do with this energy? this mass
it leaks out poison fumes, waste heat
unproductive

you know, when a star can’t produce enough outwards force
it starts to collapse
destroys those closest
feeds on the fabric of spacetime
just to eat itself alive

Won’t you take my love?
it’s burning a hole in me
but I think it could power you
turn on all your lights so I can
feel your incandescent warmth on my skin
or spark
the mechanical movements of your body
my own energy
reflecting back
at a colder temperature