You can trust,
that on nights when winter stops us star gazing
I will keep you warm,
building explosive constellations behind your eyes.
Doing so to compensate,
to satisfy celestial yearnings,
to fly among the stars
mouth ajar, eyes skyward,
pupils dilated, muscles tensed,
Floundering against the overwhelming nature of galaxies,
Solar systems consisted of orgasms and the sounds of petting.
Licking, Kissing, Pulling, Sighing.
Rough enough to feel shared sweat pooling on torsos, on the skin between joints.
In my head, I see us rocking this world’s eyes wide shut.
In my head, you are a wandering cowboy, a lion, a priest.