Love Poem #4: Time Travel,
or Don’t Ask What Happened to Love Poem #3, or for that matter parts II and III of This Poem

I.
One night
I made the summer skyline stop changing.

the mountains were like
ripples in fabric
soft & explosive
and I reached up
from the ground
with my free hand
and tied the moon to the pine trees,
and I unraveled the stars
and threaded them through
our hands
so we would have light wherever we went,
and I unwrapped
the black blanket of the sky
and draped it over our shoulders
so we would keep warm

And the vast green heavens
were exposed above us
and it felt like we were falling

so we held each other,
the starlight tangled among our fingers.


Nanotyrannus
1:11:11 AM