On nights it's
humid & it's
dark,
where the heavy
sky is pressing
like it's tar and
like it's pitch,
when the clouds
become a
parachute
billowing with all
the heat of
June-
weighted by the
thought of the
impenetrable you-

I'll remember what you said
to me
about space,
and dust,
mortality,
& watch the murky
black sky
fade to blue,
I'll tread the
thoughts of sleep,
the hopes of dreams,
the need in all of everything,
the incandescent crystalline,
stars,
who found me you.