I like to look up
not down
when i look down i see the curves of my toes
those bent beams called bones
and the scars on my hips nestled against the soft mink of your sleeping bag but looking up..
twinkling softly above me
fairy lights in a Christmas store,
sprinkles on my donuts
white beacons to space pirates
the stars shine
bleating there twinkling beams like butterfly's kisses on my cheek
their glow is not lost against my skin
warmer then the sun i find them,
especially with you pulled so tightly against me
the warmth of your chest against my *******
your thigh pressed between mine
my scars fade in the dull light,
my toes dont feel so crooked
and when i lie under the back-lit-black-backed canopy of our stars
i can carve your name between the constilations
and even though the light has shone for thousands of miles
and my heart lies in the sky
when i crawl into your sleeping bag.
you bring the universe to my thoughts
and fish my heart back from the moon
*LG