Saturn rising (poetry)

wanting to feel forgotten.

If I could reach up into the night sky and take from it what I need, I would take the moon in my grasp.

I would pull it from it's home in the sky between the stars and I would bring it close to my face.

I would stroke it's cheek softly against mine just to feel the calloused caress of something greater than myself.  

I would whisper to it all of the things I needed it to hear.

I would tell it my name so that when I want to be forgotten (but not truly forgotten) something, somewhere will still know that I exist.

I'll scream my name into its face until my throat catches fire just to be sure.

Just to know that it knows.

And when the moon thinks of my name burning and ringing throughout its ears it will know every broken inch of me.

It will know every inch of me from my toes all the way up to my raw, red throat.

And ill do it all just to know that there is nothing more eternal than having my name written across the moon, etched between its ears, burning brightly behinds its eyelids and dancing throughout its mind.