As a child, I'd look at the sun
Despite the cries of adults, claims that the retina would burn continuously
till blindness. I'd stare till my eyes closed on their own to see the light-
A blue white that I often remember when I think of you;
When I walk
outside and smell the rain evaporate
or swear I knew that girl on the train when
the light danced upon my eyes
charming me to recall the faces of those I've never
met when I was living.
They say we're made of stars, you and I
The secret cache of nature, where
life finds it's author holding that energy in
place, the boundless desire to make love with the tips
of our fingers, gently touching like the light we feel on our backs
or the eyes we project on ourselves,
hoping the other can't discover.
