reaching for you
on the other side of this bed
shouldn’t feel like reaching for the stars
trying to fit orion
in the palm of my hand
and yet
my arms stretch
and my fists
close over nothing but air
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
i left
a candle burning
in the window for you
come back
when you're ready
but know
the wick will burn out soon.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
your knuckles
when they’re lined up next to mine
our hands laced together
the one dimple in your left cheek
that only comes out when you smile
really, really big
your moles
and how i’m sure they’d form a constellation
if only you’d let me see them
long enough to connect the dots
i can find stars elsewhere i suppose
starlight, star-bright
will you be my home tonight
your knuckles
how white they are
when you grip my hand too tight
my bones creak
i squeeze back
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC