TRACING PLANETS
Sitting facing each other. Girl on guy’s lap. Facing him Facing her. Facing you. Facing me. His hand in her waist. Traces plants in your forehead and features on his face.
I want to see you. All focus. Tracing you. Seeing all who came before you. The grandmother that gave you your eyebrows. The grandfather that gave you your nose. I know them so I know you. All of you. Grip my waist. Touch me tender. And I’ll trace the planets on you.

















