Will I see you In every starry night?

I'm thinking about being pressed against you
Like the wilted cherry blossom between wrinkled pages in my diary
I remember being ten thousand feet up
On a silver plane to the sea,
thinking about the pressure evaporating from my ankles down to my toes as we descended to the coast.
As I see tall silver buildings make easy,
Fleeting statements
I think I feel the pressure in my feet again,
a pressure I never felt with you

Where is the place where the numbers begin to change?
Tell me why the small of my back is the only open space
The place where hands find themselves
Hands dance fine lines
Hands dance intertwined
Hands in tangled hair
Hands open to fill the gaping spaces in the air
Hands changing numbers
Hands changing names
Where is the place where the numbers begin to change?

I'll teach you to drive
You teach me to paint lilies
We'll learn about stars

5:16 pm
First I'm thinking of roadside adventures
Parked out on a hill,
Somewhere out where the snow is melting
Where cars don't drive,
Where there's no speed limit signs or
Traffic lights
There's only railroads and grain silos
Places where we used to watch the stars
Places where we were young and reckless
Places where we watched the moonrise
5:19 pm
Now I'm thinking of slow dancing
In a high school cafeteria
I'm thinking of you kissing my shoulder
You writing my name in Arabic
You holding my hand when we're walking
Up to your house
You
5:21 pm
I keep thinking
maybe if I remember these all vividly,
You'll remember too

I didn't mean to make the stars
Glaze over their dull eyes
And bound a lifetime of regret in me.
I didn't mean to concoct a remedy
Of my own brewed and sugar-coated blood.
I just wanted luster
Without the sky screaming
I must have lust