i want to be touched by the stars.
everything is so big so much & i feel small /
bird in monsoon rains, swamps sticky &
feet caught in them, moonlight a pool
of spilled dreams on the backs of wings:
what i’m saying is that my body
sways to the sky & i am a ship
of yearning. want to be loved
so much & so fully caterpillar
turns butterfly turns starlight
everything is big & i am small & maybe
this is not always a bad thing (bumblebee flies
into my face & bounces off) & small does not
always mean inconsequential.
what i mean is: small things, like
you reaching out to touch my hand.
i mean: small things, like the sun in
your eyes when you tell me you love me.
small things, like gnocchi on a date &
a jarful of stars with love in them & love
letters scrawled before airport trips.
i mean: i’ve always wanted to be touch by
stars, & when you touch me, every wish my
body has ever had comes true. the yearning
in my stomach, the heart full of hungry tongues:
quiet. each touch is benediction,
when we kiss,
the world breaks in two
& forgiveness rises from