Ask me not, astronaut,
why gravity scares my heart,
not the words I speak swiftly.
On your collarbone, there
lies a covering of what I dream
a piece of moon underneath.
You whisper, there is more
below my skin & bone.
I tell you, I hear every night
while I am alone in the darkeess.
I am afraid I’ve missed it.
Whispers don’t catch my eardrums
as audible demand for work to be done..
You’re ending such talk, darling.
When you go to me rather than humanity,
failure won’t come boulder heavy.
I wish to fly amongst twinkles
said to be your eyes, their burn
said to scorch me; but my flesh
begs me go. Go out, find immediate
break of your will. Crawl back.
hands & knees. Beg try until
shame dismisses you completely.
Your eyes ask me believe I am worthy
flight within spaces between our fingers.
It’s difficult to be still.
Keep breaking your heart
way of shudder against touch
I know I need.
I step back, away,
your eyes shining:
you are forgiven.
I whisper, will you hold me
past pluto my eyes can’t dissipate?
Fall on my breast, dear darling,
weep if you must,
but look into my face—
I do not hate you.
For when I look into your blue,
I see the depth of my Son.