8/6/17 12:36am
Spatial

You’re a tiny thing
twinkling in the spaces
gooey and dripping between the stars.
You’re nimble fingers plucking at constellations.
You are.
You are.
You’re the pressure of planets
spiraling out of control
colliding into glittering gold.
You place the specks between your teeth.

Those are for you sweetheart.

You’re a tiny thing
Cosmic and glowing.
They called you indigo child and kissed your head.
I hold your head.
Small and heavy head,
lulling with it’s many moons.
You can name them and yes,
keep them
That means
we can keep them.

You’re a tiny thing
pointing at them as they’re falling.
You hope to catch them like fireflies
the itsy bitsy bits of you
Pin pricks of dust
Galactic debris collecting on your lashes
my little nebulae.
You are.
You are.