A Plane Wish

 

The silhouette from your nose

pointed to a small light

yawning next to the sun up

 

I laid my face on your chest

listening for a heart

straining to see through a crack between your shades.

 

Eyes closed

 

you touched pressed lips to my forehead

and I moved my mouth slow

praying a trite wish-on-a-star

 

 Darling, outside your window—

Look at the Morning

 

Then I kissed your closed eye

Its better that you didn’t look,

because you didn’t have to turn away    like I did

…but we could have turned together, locking eyes on the same vision

 

it was hard to sleep in the light of a broken day

after the star flew off on jet wings

leaving behind a pink puddle of  a melted morning

 

Darling it wasn’t really a star,

even after all that wishing-on-it

I’m sorry

 

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