My second hand heart
wants to turn back time
to that split second moment
when your hand was in mine.

you look at me like you might drown in me
a body of water, to rinse away the exhaustion
you look at me like there are depths you've yet to dive into
uncharted territory
you trace the inches of me like there will always be more to love
like you will never grow tired of the skin I'm in
I've grown up knowing that my body is a temple
but I've never met someone so dedicated to worshipping it

My dear shooting star:
never fall from the heavens
just to be with me.