love beyond the frost-line

 

 

I was molded out of clay

 

You spread your hands

across me

effacing me

 

Smearing

 

Sculpting

 

You have made every

past deed in my life

your own

 

Carved your fingers

against a

three dimensional object

 

Formed our very own Big Bang

 

Copernicus systems

meeting up

where the vault of heaven lies

 

Straight shot

towards

lashless eyes

living waters

 

Planets that have

been aligned

yet were never

named

 

Bland moons

far greater than our

orbital span

 

I’ll give you

twenty-seven names

 

Crescent shaped words

 

One hour

eight minutes

until I am able

to call you each

and every single one

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