in these quiet small hours of the night
After he’d gone to sleep,
she stared at the blank space
between his shoulder blades,
and she saw swirling galaxies
of thousands of nameless stars
bursting to be discovered.
Sometimes she wished him
a brave explorer, a curious
poet, a hopeless romantic.
Sometimes, deep into the night
when she couldn’t fall asleep
she wished him someone else.
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and suddenly, in the familiar colors
of this nightfall, I remembered
your wine-stained lips,
our stolen kiss.
my hand,
a few inches above your shoulder, a gesture,
a hesitation, a tired bird looking for a nest.
How infinitely close the Earth is to her beloved Sun.
How infinitely far you are to my uncertain touch.
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The intimacy contained within
the exchange of a glance, a nod
of the head, a smile.
The closeness that lasts
for the duration of a song
listened together.
An agreement about a feeling.
An agreement about life.
You feel like the deep
exhale after a long day
the quiet fireplace
in my hollowed chest
I want to lie forever
inside your pocket
You are sunset.
You are nostalgia.
You are home.
May you wake up in time
to catch the last lingering star
leaving quietly into the haze of dawn
Know that it was there
Know that it gave you light
Not as dazzling as the blazing sun
But it loved you
It love you quietly
through the darkest night
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SW Altair 