Saturday, April 11, 2015

Poem #3

Day 3: Write a poem about the stars.


"First crush"

Lying on our backs
in fresh cut grass
we try to point out
what we know:
Orion, Andromeda
The Big Dipper

I turn to her, want to reach out
to the constellations of stars
caught in the curls of her hair
those waves of endless night

I imagine my fingers tangled in comet tails
my hand stained with stardust

She turns to me
her face full of moonlight

My heart explodes
like a dying star

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