Across this galaxy,
the multitude of light between –
a star shot ‘cross the sky!
The twinkle in your eye
ignites the ruddy brown in mine:
our galaxies collide –
Emboldened, bravely stare:
too curious to look away,
too startled to persist.
I want to be that doll
residing in that fiery eye;
I want to dwell in you,
the way you live in me:
illuminated in the sacred halls
of cross-stitched memory;
Oh, tell me – are you cold?
This blazing brilliance, upon
a skewed trajectory?
Or is this distant fire
a stare to set alight my hopes,
and do you burn for me!
I like this a lot. Lively diction and imagery, and an exquisite esthetic control. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dylan. :)
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