1208

your day is showing itself behind
many obstinate hours covered in events
passing over metal eyes
and
as many nights not taken,
and opportunities missed
for you
to come out of the cold,
the stars still collect, prickling silver
in the center of me.

For a romantic something made possible by the correct mind and heart,
I would risk my life,
and do presently, while falling
over
and
over
and
over.