Orion has my eyes.
or rather, his belt
does (like
what happens when you
cross your eyes in the mirror
and two becomes four
becomes three if you strain
just enough)
and maybe that’s narcissistic of me
but our first kiss let me see
your eyes instead.
As if the geysers
on Enceladus
are whispering
snowfall in my ear
I can hear the morning
rustling of my blood
and yours.
Our hands will build
the other with smooth stones
while Orion breathes above.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 8:27 PM UTC
Orion has my eyes.
or rather, his belt
does (like
what happens when you
cross your eyes in the mirror
and two becomes four
becomes three if you strain
just enough)
and maybe that’s narcissistic of me
but our first kiss let me see
your eyes instead.
As if the geysers
on Enceladus
are whispering
snowfall in my ear
I can hear the morning
rustling of my blood
and yours.
Our hands will build
the other with smooth stones
while Orion breathes above.