slivered

here we are but small things, specks

in our vast starred kaleidoscope

whirling of universal longing,

melting into the black silk of frosted

night air, we hold each other

for warmth as my bare toes

stretch stretch into the wetness

of your eyes,
anchored here,

the fogged car windows

glistening with our

temporal humanity,

we perch on new beginnings

that breathe queen anne’s lace

soft on our souls—

how strange. here there is nothing but

holes where our eyes once stood!

we’ve cast them heavenward

with the purest of pleas,

our hunger softening into our

bellies child-like; read my palm

please, tell me how goeth

the winds these days?

my tremoring fingertips brush your hair:

nothing has felt this right since the

moon slid white-blue down my cheek

that listless summer night,
made me lick my lips for want of future promises,

yet quick! taste

the cinnamon sharp satisfaction
of simple seconds slipping softly by,
melting on our fingers,

juicy with unknowing,

blessed by momentary transcendence,

our bodies working together

to create muscle memory,

pushing forwards cautiously heedless

into our vast starred kaleidoscope once more.