“This is the place unknown to anyone, where the names of ships and stars drift out of reach” –W.S Merwin
your shoulders protrude
like the bow of a ship
calling me home
to you,
the avocado butter
of your skin
and the freckle just below
your right eye.
i can never contain you
you and the easiness,
the way you have with me is like
the ocean of wind
on a summer night,
the way you enter
like moonlight
seeping in
and creeping up from my toes,
so intimate
as if we were born knowing.
we sit
in that heavy darkness,
entangled in each others blood
and dreams
searching our ribcages
and crooks of moons
for poetry.
i am falling with you
into the depths,
that space
without language,
our eyes wide and silent
sitting under the sky of our hearts
threading
the stars together.
i love you--
breathlessly,
and we are made whole
again.
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