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