You remind me of summer nights
rife with lightning storms and lightning bugs
that caress us with butterfly kisses when it's
pouring down on us.
Summer nights remind me of one chance,
a few fingers floating too close to one another,
a few stars that fell to Earth during a meteor shower.
You remind me of valleys
that roll and toss during tempests
that crash and crash and crash
and crash against the precipice.
Walking across water until I slip
and fall into a body that will take me
into an abysmal darkness,
a drowning envelope.
[our early days of astronomy]
You remind me of constellations
that stretch beyond the human imagination,
because there was a point during which
you would talk about wildfires.
Take me away,
I want to be with the sky.
I want to be with the scars.