Moonbound Thoughts

For every orbit with you

[crescent-drift]

Comet

The boy on the comet picked up my rhythm And played it for me. Now he sings my tune And dances my way.

I see him through a prism, Catching waves at sea, Moving with the pull of the moon, And I drift within the grey.

[crescent-drift]

No one’s called me that in a very long time— not even my previous partner. No one’s said it the way you did, so many times this morning alone.

One part of me likes this boundary we have, while the other is excited by the possibility of something more— of being wanted so much you’d cross a line for me.

I am yours to use, and you, mine.

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A small gift

Within moments between sunrise,

I relished the comfort of hearing

the low, steady thumps of your beating heart

against your warm, smooth skin,

your arms wrapped around me

like ribbon on a birthday gift

All this before we 

resume being friends again

for another day.

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a quiet offering

A joint passed, fingers to lips, lips to skin, a quiet offering in the dark.

Another "I miss you," a gravity pulling us under, where time dissolved. We surfaced at midnight, lungs filled with contentment, hearts buoyed by the tide.

And the beavers— of which I saw hundreds of, a backdrop to this fleeting orbit with my part-time lover.

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Orbit 1

I was playing hopscotch on stars across the universe, while you were tracing rivers on my arm. I carved lines on your back, like the hours on your canvas.

Under the canopy of this little rainforest, blanketed in the red glow of the moon, I've never missed so much skin.

And so I leave traces of me on you, in between thunders across the night.

We are strangers still, yet intertwined with darkness.