Don’t you want
To get close?
Kiss it, see this sun become day;
Beauty’s illumination of the crevasse— canvas
To your eyes, I am a tardigrade, our haptic shivers
A mere fleeted galaxy by,
Closer to me.
Are you worried?
See the moon fall, for starfall cannot turn the universe
The river holds your flesh— fiery
Spent too long in the bedroom, but me
I will see you, you in your bloody smoke.
Can you find it?
Touching the cuticle, ice giggles into steam;
Dancing in the daydream— dawn
Sifting through my urn of ashes, jutting bones that cut into your skin
I have no eyes, but
I can trace your silhouette
Against the burning meteor.