stars are caught, frozen in the honey jar of the sky while your shirt reeks of bonfire wood your eyes fall red, heavy you watch me all dizzy you lie your head on my lap and close your eyes wrapping your hands and arms around my child thighs
you wanderer soaking under the neon revelry of youth loud music, fast cars, hard liquor mixed with juice
and now I remember: you would hold me and I loved you the way a child loved the beauty of an ocean from pressing their face against a fish tank we weren't going to last but I have never felt so close