11/12/21
A special time under the stars.
It’s dark. We’ve
Traveled to the Upper Peninsula, and
The dark sky park there.
An awed hush falls over us, and the world.
“A shooting star,” You say
In wonder, pointing it out to me.
I’m too busy looking at your face under
The sliver of moonlight, the stars
Bright pinpricks against the black behind you.
You turn, see me, and smile,
Your kisses tender and sugary-sweet.
The rest of the night passes in a blur
Of stars intermingled with kisses.
When we stumble home, exhausted and
Aroused,
The morning’s lovemaking is sweeter
Than kisses and brighter than stars.
The fireworks between us
Are better than both, and when I fall asleep
In your arms,
Life couldn’t be better.
Life couldn’t be sweeter.
Being yours is like owning one of those
Starry pinpricks,
So bright against the black.
the way is dusty under foot
and quiet, now. i remember how
it felt before, and in this
silence now i still feel those old
echoed thrills. i make
my way along with slow
unhurried steps, remembering again
each turn just before
the turning, each vista just
before the viewing.
i can hear you
walking parallel
the door is closed,
i have the key. i
worry that it won't fit, or
that there will be
nothing there anymore.
but i walk through
anyway.
through and out
under the stars.
i bring the dust of ages with me
roiling in my wake, but here
beneath the stars, outside
myself, it floats away to nothing,
proof of my passage from within
but only that. nothing lingers
save for me, and them
and you besides me.
you came through
your own old passage.
and we look up
and we
look up
i reach for you,
you're already there.
we squeeze, and
wander deep into the night
alone together again
it's been so long
come
sit with me
again beneath
the stars above