The pelican’s wings are so wide on the horizon,
He carries the sun on his back as if it were wind.

His big flat feet arch and land,
propped strong and confident on cool metal.

I see him around our little island,
A confident lone traveller.
Never have I seen someone so sure of themselves and their place.

He guzzles his fish, he splashes sapphire water down his feathers,
And every day he lands assuredly on his perch.

Maybe one day I will have my routine,
Land on my perch and enjoy my life.

Until then I’ll watch him,
A part of me burning for such simplicity,
The whole of me happy just to see him again.

I’ve never studied the ***** of a nose so much.
Never wondered, thoughtful and inquisitive, how it would feel pressed against my raspberry cheek.
It’s the same shade of the lights that flash ‘stop’ against your skin, and that’s the same colour that I imagine the sun will flash when it burns and dies.
You lift my hand and kiss it.

Maybe this quiet is all I have.
I’m blind and lost and stumbling terribly. You see it all, first hand.
But I see you. Every curve, the way your lips turn upward when your kisses move up my wrist.

I’ve never been so lost in something before. Never so uncoordinated, never so unsure.
Maybe this will be like this forever. Maybe I will never learn to curb that which takes me, sharp teeth and violent, to the place where my quiet peace rots. Maybe the sun will burn out all too soon.

But for now, there’s you. Your nose. The red lights across your face.

You put my hand down to your thigh. The lights turn green.

did you know
we are made
of stardust?

a million wishes
are made upon
our bones
our eyes
and our blood

every night we see
a part of ourselves
dotted in a technicolor sky

every day we bid
those stars a good bye
until the night comes again.

how dependant
we seem to be
on stars.

how dependent
we are on
each other.