are you
a sunflower?
growing from
my palm,
like i am
the fertile dirt.
are you my
skin? pushpins
and scars
are not yours,
or mine
they are the both of us
personified
are you the night?
and are you the stars?
there to guide me
north
when my heart
is silent
are you my
love?
holding me
in the middle of
the day, when the sun
is brightest and obscured
by clouds