Center Heart
There is never a night without stars.
When you’re alone
This is all on a starry night I can gift.
A diamond-like bracelet on brilliant black, miles over
Your wrist. Or billions of quick stirring lights—
with their dear lovers’ kiss.
Images of other times, shadows in the dust—
Or even the heating of the frozen wax between us.
And the dark shine glossing over your hair—
The reaching out of my hand to find common ground up there.
My love, my imprint
Some night when you are alone
Is with the spilling over of the stars.
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