Holding starlight
Like a candelabra;
I am the Victorian moon boy.
Burns on my fingertips are worth it
To witness the radiant beams on your face.
You are the universe's favorite view,
Tiptoeing through the milky way.
Hands clasped tightly behind your back,
Shoulder blades so close they could kiss,
And what a beautiful being they'd create.
Planetary love amongst the commoners;
Holding my telescope in my right hand,
The left clutching my heart.
I watch you dance on Saturn's rings,
And I finally understand spirituality.
We are bound together,
Tethered by mystical wonder,
And I've never felt so grateful for a heartbeat.
Galileo couldn't hold a candle to this
Burning flame of desire
Nor do I believe I am worthy.
But it has been granted to me regardless,
And I will hold this gratitude
Until flowers are grasped in my hands,
And I am lowered into the ground.
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoetryHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
