I think about
you, loosely in the cracks
between my mind. You
hold that power over me,
my favourite misdirection-
My favourite muse.
To desire to want you in a
masterpiece is the secret
painted on my
wrists. I breathe you in
a little louder, kiss you a little
harder; til the earth
wipes away.
a Daydream in the night sky,
I hold you there.