Drink the starry airplane lights
the so-so hands of leaves.
I've never been afraid of
falling fireflies
failing sight.
Is the skin under your fingernails
as numb with would-be words
as mine?
Do your hands grow up
over your face
too fast?
I've never been afraid
of the closeness
of your voice up my spine
Or the moon falling to earth.
Jun 16, 2010
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