
Galaxies …
Uninspired, I seek your body in the dark and find you naked and on your belly. The wooden slats in the shutters paint moonbeams across your back in a bar-code of light. Each panel of your skin holds a splatter of freckles and birthmarks like paint specks and tiny suns. I imagine you being the blueprint for the galaxy. The Creator placing bits of glitter onto a sheet of velvet, held between the sparkling prongs of a pair of tweezers. A moving map whose print doesn’t run in the rain. I watch the shifting of moonlight until it becomes dawn’s … Continue reading Galaxies …