Kissing girls is for white girls
with slim hips and delicate features
whose reputation cannot be varnished
by a few quick pecks in the dark.

She said: loving women is for white girls
because they all grow out of it
except the foolish ones with troubled families
and fathers that never stuck around.

But my skin was too dark
and my family image too well crafted
to justify wanting to mess around
with girls that would leave me for future husbands.

there is the rocking of hips,
a gentle pressing of lips,
my hands splayed on your chest,
fingers along the curve of my breast,
because when i am not wide awake,
it is my dreams that you do make.

when we met, the stars did not realign
for they were already aligned and
our meeting did not cause
the universe to tilt on its
carefully crafted axis and say:
"the sun and the moon and
all the stars (as they spin
in their orbits in this forever
expanding galaxy) depend
entirely upon your union"

yet it is known that the distance
from you to me can be measured
in years of light and that nothing
will have changed where no
time has come to pass and when
the exchange of words
cannot be measured (for they
drift among other stars
that are neither yours nor mine
nor anyone else's to compare)
since no more exist between you and i
we shall pass like a dying comet

as the sun consumes itself
only the moon knows it's hidden face
we shall be strangers again
so i, the moon,
stretching a cavernous face
into a half illuminating light
and you, a distant sun,
scorching hot to the touch
but burning with icy flames
will no longer know each other

but a simpler truth exists:
when we met, the stars did not realign
and when we part, the universe will
continue as it always has in its
expanding infinity as it drifts
with its endless suns and moons
and we shall pass like a memory
in the fading distance of a night sky

a satellite will fall tonight.
it will clatter to the earth
or splash into the sea.
it will shatter as it falls
in fragments and in flames.
its wings shall be clipped
as it loses its spot in the heavens.
and we will watch as it tumbles
to make a wish in its fiery light
as if it is a divine being that
silently hears our prayers
and answers each in kind.

tonight a satellite will fall.

Find the meaning between these lines,
Analyze each and every rhyme.
See the words all play out,
As the letters twist and shout.
Are we so caught up in meaning,
Wondering how the words are seeming
In the way they are employed,
That no rhyme can be enjoyed?

they tell me that these
are the best years,
but has my life
already run
out?