Star Boy

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Kintsugi on the Interstate Taylor Sea

What majesties can I make you? Name them from your mouth and behold my hands. Richest of rose, fire to the sky in the dark, the sweet swaying together of music and more, myths move in me. Mine of my own, tap your fingers to the stars and see how I shape them. Their stories will come to us in the low burn of morning. When the sun finds your face limned in light through the window, I cannot help but speak it.

My arm stays between us. I can let you no closer. The cold sorrow in your hands that cannot let go when they shake. She is too tired to lift it, now. I can sit with her while I clean the bandage bleeding my good and my evil. Or maybe it has grown too heavy. I cannot look down but there is so much sharpness in me.

I see it in the water. The air still sings if you will listen. I climb into the sky like a nights-lain lake. This love that I have swallowing wilderness wildly growing from my chest. It pours out of my mouth like a sour sickness. I am too full to stomach.

What words grow over me? I read myself ragged, even now spoken like breath low against the ear. It can be nothing else. Endless as I pull you from the dirt, endless as you cradle me down. Deeper than summer storms can find, it slips the hollow winter off each year perennial as the grass.

Drawn in from the long gray to orange yourself by the fire, I leave water on the steps for your coming.

Half-night cupping at your face, darker than shadows, all the way down deeper than light. Pink in the voice, skin run over with sun. We teethe the hours singing violets where we walk. I paint the shape of your shoulders in the yellow passing of cars, ghosting the air like a flashed eye. We find them all over. You pick one from my cheek and place it in my hand like a question on its own.

The crack and cry above, and the sighing of trees full of rain, and us saying goodbye like we never left.