You think you’re a thunder clap, But I know You’re a solar storm Trapped inside a marble. I want you To want me As much as I want you. Your body is made of Earth. Rainwater eyes, Caraway hair, Birch skin.
I’d listen to you speak For hours Just so we could spend hours Together. You speak to stars in susurrations That roll of your tongue - I hold them in my palms And aid their ascension. Your heart is a hearth Trying to warm a forest Covered in snow - I would help you spread.
People laugh at you Because you’re a tad askew; I laugh with you Because you’re aligned perfectly. I think I love you sometimes And I’m scared Because the sun has no need To love the moon.