I daren't (rather, shouldn't) breathe:
I'd built a tower of hearts from cards.
The gaps and breaks are real estate --
I'm nestled in the in-betweens.

                                              (Sapp­**'s spirit sighs.
                                              How human to not move quickly enough,
                                              or to yearn for whatever's inches from reach
                                              - blissfully unhinged by "almost".)

She's marble-carved and still as stone:
if I kissed her, would she spring to life?
I'd offer nought but foolish flesh,
this trembling frame, and bone.

                                                          ­  ("Tell me yes, tell me no;
                                                             either way, you're in the right,
                                                          ­   but for the love of Venus -- speak.")

I sat there, gazing at the empty sky
But what I saw,
Was the desolate beauty
of a vast universe.
And it gave me a vision
An illusion
Of a million stars.

A stranger in the night
Blessed with a starry sky.

lady of steel gaze:
let me learn your native tongue,
iron-clad and cold