Gorgeous

 

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.