if i tore away my human skin
would you see stars beneath?

if i stitched myself back together
would you find gossamer galaxies?

Don't let me fall. I'm scared of heights

When you come home
bring forth a garden, a storm
all the colors of you
a flower petaled rain befalls me
a soaking, sweeping view
from mountains you come
calmly with rain
deep from earth's core
sweet with petrichor
encircling softly warm
attracts me magnetically
stupefies me uncontrollably
though I know the killing hour
will come crushing, empty and forlorn.