like trust
do you think the three
a.m. sky became jealous
of us that night? do you
suppose that this is the
reason the constellations
drifted a little closer?
closer?
closer still?
the way the grey stretched
clouds wrapped their arms
around the midnight black.
the faith.
the oneness.
it reminded me of us. how
you curled your back into
my arms. how you did it on
purpose. & the dance became
both silver & gold.
something sacred. something
special. something like trust.
This poem is about:
Me