and adorned your hair with them,
all sparkling, shining,
the celestial radiance of them all
call upon the comets and cosmic gasses
to come back to us and celebrate
the electricity that charges
the air we take in our bodies
the air we breathe in to enrich our blood
the air that bridges all our whispered secrets
–between your lips
and my heart.
Only starlight can come in-between
for walls shatter and break
when they come between
and try to impede us,
and try to divide us,
and try to keep us,
(well they can try)
because the charged air
has the force of a sledgehammer
at full velocity of desire and love.
Nothing remains standing and true
against the force of desire and love.
These are not declarations.
These are my gifts
with opened hands, an open heart
but you know this
I whispered all this to you
on a Tuesday…