Why is it we forget over and over and over this simple thing—my smile tugging the corner of your mouth, your breath becoming kookaburra laugh, our collective pulse tilting the breeze and rippling over this puddle. Just this. Just the play of us, wide and sparkling, clear as stars scattered across midnight, and I would carry you here as gently as I might cradle the child of myself, and we would brush fingertips to the soil that holds us both with its promises of decay and oh how the night would dress us in the spiralling threads of this love In tomorrow's sky, I tilt back far enough to listen to your whispered constellations I smile my way through to them answering the confused looks of footpath traffic, pointing—"but don't they look beautiful in blue?" the midnight from my eyes offered as steadily as starlight to our skin
From: Vol.10 N.01 – Private: The Transformative Now
stars by daylight
by
Andie Hay