last night, we fell heavenward
together into that star encrusted
abyss black with bygone dreams.
with my ear pressed to the skies,
I heard your heart reverberate
with sincerity, lying with our
bodies sprawled in the middle of
your suburban street.
you said look upside down,
so everything became new—
the trees grew into the clouds,
the gods rested in the gravel,
Christmas lights replaced the stars.
I liked your way of seeing so much
that my grin stretched the cold
over my cheeks, wouldn’t let it go.
come, you said, let us travel
to that star!
they will love us, I said, for we
will bring them bacon!
heady with hubris,
we floated into space, arms out-stretched--
(we must have looked like idiots
to the neighbors)
then bright automobile lights
blazed through the middle of
our musings, so we scrambled,
dashed, left our dreams of
star conquering behind.
but walking home, the taste
of triumph was still in
my mouth, and your hand,
when it reached for mine,
held deep pockets of
unheard dreams that I
ached to gather close.
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