Imagine being able to see the stars reflected in the river?
Too much pollution here.

Total solar eclipse.

You tripped me into
falling for you. I’ve
never stumbled with
such consequence.

They heard us coming.

The Winter moon-
like a dime of ice
in the sky just
for us.

What color are your
dreams, Sally? Are they
violet like your eyes?
Are they as rusty as
your curled up hair or
creamy as your thighs?
Don’t lie now,
Sally. What color are
your dreams?

I love the milky
way your legs 
connect to mine.
I love the cream 
that starts at your
wrists and follows veins
to your elbows.
I love your skin on
Sunday mornings, 
dewy like church.
I think I
love you.

The glitter on her eyelids
hides her silence, she’s
as silent as the stars,
and as pointy as them too.
She feels like I do.
Like you do
too right?

I wonder who’s out there looking back at me at night.