Somewhere between tracing constellations in your skin
And warm, God-like sighs,
I discovered pieces to a puzzel
I never knew I was solving;
And somewhere between rolling thoughts
And absentminded smiles,
Sloping lazily toward me,
I tried to remember what everything felt like.
I could string together words
Like a necklace of pearls, looping near my insecurities
And still, words would not be enough.
Sometime before the days of cat-stretches,
When the linens on the corners of my sheets,
That stretched to the moon and back,
Were cold, I tried to remember what flying felt like.
Somewhere between tracing road maps in your eyes
And circling your wrists with mine,
I grew lost.
But I don’t want to be found.