stars like cooked diamonds

I laid down on that hard bench

with nobody else around

that time without you around

unless I pushed those buttons

and made those waves dance

and bounce across the space

I stared into, mostly up up up

where stars like cooked diamonds

tried reassurance tactics while

I needed your words, your mind

for real reassurance, the kind

I could hit the pillow with and

not wake up until my brain gave the all-clear;

my back got restless, waiting,

waiting for you to say something

after casting my line into a night

illuminated by your response

and those soft needle stars

I notice for what feels like the first time,

again,

after which your asteroid response

becomes a meteor before my eyes

and I am an astronaut jettisoned

somewhere warmer.

I slurp this spatial soup,

knowing you’ve handed me the spoon.

Advertisements
stars like cooked diamonds

Tell me what you're thinking

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s