I want your gaze
tangled in the strands of my hair,
like I want you in my bed
where I can hide myself
in the cavern of your armpit
knit my knees through yours,
hold on with the flex and pointe of my feet
like I am holding onto the planet-
fully aware of the speed of its spin.
where there is an echoing lullaby,
an ever-constant spell
we cast each morning and night,
catching the syllables as they return to us
like stars, reeling them in
as though they were fish, swimming in the universe.