I promise to kiss all
the stars on your body,
lose count and start again.

I was seventeen when they finally
found me walking barefoot into the ocean.
Hypnotic; with too much make-up and
not enough clothing, I
became the girl who forgot
the sound of her own voice.

I gave the fortuneteller forty truths
just to hear that we're all made of
stardust. Unrelenting, my heart
is a thing I wrote out on your skin,

One night, with chaste kisses,
while the future spoke to me in
broken synonyms--

I was far too young when
I heard you find the fictional
part of my affections.

Perhaps if you misplace yourself inside
my bones you'll find your essence
holding up the universe.

The problem is that we made
love and now I don't know which bed
will help me undo it.

His eyes are coffee,
digging deep into my chest and pulling
out my heartstrings...

No wonder I can never sleep.