I feel myself full
Of beautiful things
My fingers hum electric
Songs of spark and secret
The taste of forgetting your dreams
Like being hungry
Like the back door is always open

And the moths fly at my eyelids, because they know

My fingers hum electric
And I feel the way the sun is
But darling you are thin as the moon
Shining back at me, how you turn
The light in me to heat
Too far away to touch, but our bodies always know
The smooth rush of flesh on flesh like a world
Between us
Still I reach for you again