i associate
my dear LOVER
with the cosmos.
he's so beautiful— with supernovas
that represent his personality, with
nebulae and galaxies that mark his
facial surface, with black holes as a
metaphor for his fears and depth.
he's so vast and unexplored— i sometimes feel like i don't know
him at all. other times he's there,
sitting atop dust clouds, and i am
stuck on the muddy sand.
every so often, we're on the
same level watching
the plethora of stars
dispersed on the heavens,
and somehow this makes up for every
wrong he has done.
i—
YOU ARE READING
A TOAST FOR TEARS
Poetrythese are the crystal tears that will soon caress my marble statue
