call out my name

drunk on the moon
sat there with you
my heart knows poetry

the night seeps into my skin
as the skylight
the cityscape
and the trail of airplanes
reflect
in the honey of your eyes

your tongue traces
the syllables of my name
juggling one for another
for the sake of
endearment

somewhere
in the wrinkled fold of some galaxy
stars must be fusing
dying
aging

and I remind myself
of the hopscotch
we play
drawing eights and threes
in the wrong places

my heart has always been
yours
silly

pushing and falling
but yours
silly