With Stars In Your Eyes

darkness holds the world together,
that sea of endless, swirling time,
punctuated: by that meticulous line–

my nose seeking desperately its white embrace;
bleeding ink from between my fingers;
trailing off from the stick it lingers, and lingers…

behind the big bird, that
cold, metal plane,
in the touch of our hands on the window pane

both seen and un-seen
but always felt,
jolted, and contained, by taut seat-belts

of asteroids that orbit you, Jove,
shining bright as stars
as we stumble between bars

that we swallow to feel what
nothing feels like, here,
your skin swathed in sheer

delight among the trees,
stumbling over branches,
sending us into poetic trances
–of being.

darkness holds the world together,
that sea of endless, swirling time,
punctuated: by your bright, wavy line.

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