He points to the sky
overcast by fog
and asks if I see Orion,
but I trip before I can look,
and fall for him.
He lies down on the ground
with his face so close
my breath steals his smile
and hides it beneath a rib
for safe keeping.
And if I said you were beautiful…
he whispers in the shadow
that dances on the sidewalk
between our lips.
The stars would fall, too.
Words ©2014, Jen Payne
Ah, but were those stars to fall, I could grab them, hold them close, demand they tell me their stellar secrets.
So true. So true!