NJM 8: My Night Sky

You, sleeping soundly beneath the cerulean gaze
of the moon and my starlit eyes,
make nostalgia and righteous anger
send my heart racing
across the planes of your
sturdy, calloused hands.

Oh, to feel those feather-light fingertips
make graceful patterns on my tender neck,
would be like a supernova; a sight so splendid
and lovely, all breath grinds to a halt.

But were I to span the length of my hands
over it, my soul would feel the treacherous searing,
the unrelenting white-hot pain.

Sparkling eyes hidden under
silent lids send me spiraling…
imagining the curve of your smile
glancing on my lips; but I have already
tasted your smile when
we, as stars, danced against
the ink-blot backdrop.

Who desires to hang so beautifully
in the troublesome sky? Strung up
like Christmas lights,
swinging, as if on a noose.

My answer came as pearl light
crept in, dawn here to make its stake;
My night sky, so whimsically seized,
was never mine to take.

<3 Amanda