Stars (By Cat Matchuk)
A gentle touch.
You traced the stars with my heart
and hold my soul
in the embrace of your galaxy.
A gentle touch.
You traced the stars with my heart
and hold my soul
in the embrace of your galaxy.
Hands instantly reach up, cradling a broken nose. No matter how tight my hold is, the blood still seeps through my fingers. It drips down my arm and grows cold against the warm summer air.
And this is the way it has to be.
With a heavy sigh, my hands leave my face to push myself up from the ground. I begin walking down the dirt road. Trees are silhouetted against the setting sun, and really, it’s a gorgeous town.
Except the crops.
The moon cannot shine without the sun. This is how they are with each other, these two women. Although it’s hard to tell who’s the sun and who’s the moon sometimes. Perhaps it doesn’t matter, as long as they both rotate, they both keep swimming through the stars.
You feel like summer,
when sun would rain from symphony,
and eternity.
I tore down my walls from the inside out, and you closed your eyes.
You heard the concrete crumble to the ground,
when the dust settled, you turned away. Continue reading “Building Walls”
I couldn’t fly, I crashed into you.
Arms outstretched, feathers where there were none,
close your eyes tight enough and you can feel their gentle touch,
the kiss of air. Continue reading “Kiss of Air”
I wish you were beside me.
I wish I could hold you the way I hold you in my heart, tangled in my limbs.
Face reality, is what they said to me, those voices,
they can be silenced by my words. Continue reading “I Wish You Were Beside Me”