I remember that night where
My heart was running frantically like a child
Lost in a department store
Starved for parental consent
And I closed my eyes
And we met half way between
The lush sky saturated
With the lost dreams of orphans
Like a lover that’s lost
There were bright tears in heaven’s dark eyes.
And the earth with its’ insipid Juliette
There our lips meet
Half way to heaven and close to
No where
love is cliché”
But that night with our lips pressed
There I confessed
And received communion
It was the North Star led me to your lips
And there I spoke my peace.
Advertisement
