Your hair cascades down your shoulders like water
Over the terrain of peaks and valleys that shift
With every heaving and falling of you
You’re less than an arm’s length from me
But from what I’ve always known about the
People I’ve loved is that we are all
satellites.
Perpetually in orbit around each other
We circle, never able to touch
Forced into the laws of gravity and
relativity.
There’s parts of you I cannot reach
Not with my fingers, my mouth, my breath
Your kiss remains employed in another state
And this, like the rules of light and shadow
I cannot change.
I find myself trying to let you go even
Before I get the chance to cave inward
From the weight of your sweet embraces and
stolen kisses
As you sleep I write this message on the
Small of your back over and over again
With the fingertips of the tiny little hands
You love so much
erase me
erase me
erase me
D.H. Lee
(via A Million To One)