what i hear when the star in my grandmother’s name twinkles

i think of love as moonlight

doused in it

we learn each other’s

frail sillhouettes

and warm bodies

when the sun has gone down

when the moon has come up

when the world is asleep

psst,

you whisper

the world is not asleep.

everyone before

and after you

is waiting for this moment

like a dolphin begging for air.

so come up my love

relax and breathe

and learn to take it all in,

do not hesitate

take it all in

and yes, the boy included.

— what i hear when the star in my grandmother’s name twinkles

 

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