heartstring

. one .

{tracing the inkblue lines across creamy parchment,

 & writing out the rhythm, one-two, of your heart.}

. two .
{running underneath the black corded powerline, high above,
 electric connections in 2 hearts, skip a beat, over the distance.}

. three .

{looking out for the bloodline thrumming with redredlife,

 your touches hold  me and your pulse makes this real.}

the whole universe is there in your eyes,
and i am but a star.
a bright, burning, brilliant star.
your star.
and i can wait for
aeons.

warm summer nights with you

it would only ever be natural,
no airplanes in the sky masquerading as shooting stars,
no buildings that disrupt our horizon,
no asphalt on the ground to scrape our knees,


and winds would freeze  a l o n e
and stars would break  a p a r t
and moons would melt  a w a y,
when you laugh.