I'd like to walk around in your mind someday

I'm finishing a cup of coffee and my mind drifts elsewhere, to days where my thoughts were more easily etched on the dashboard in front of me. I'm remembering her hands, soft and almost formless, insects spread flat in a bowl of milk. My lips like butterfly wings on her forehead, dark curls falling across my face. Her breath quiet at my ear. I can feel her fingernails on my side, can see the line of her leg, pointed foot, trace runes in the sky. Have I ever known stars this bright? Her tears fall like shadows on my unmoving back, and she is the moon to my sun. Eyes closed, we feel our bodies tilt apart. My days of endless forgiving are over, and like a spider you wind your way onward.





"Sun and Moon Love" by Laura Pelick