Teeth
gentle razors
in the night.
Gold
skin of galactic composition.
Scars on star crossed love
so subtle.
Do you notice?
Hands
Tiny muscles
and ligament
and bone
in place
by chance
like us
Do you see?
Eyes
alone
more than
ENOUGH
to set fire within this soul
and bring a tiny dancing light
to once empty hollows.
Two reasons
t(w)o place you
dangerously close
to that sun...
Remember?
Sounds.
Introductions to a genre
of life.
I listened,
did you hear me too?
Tiny flames
dancing for no audience,
remembering
once
yellow fields.
Feet crushing
little lives
along the way,
insignificant.
Crunching
time
to fit me in...
to your mystery.
I fell.

Scars
on star crossed...
Love,
do you notice?