I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass
The sun beat in between my shoulders like carnival drums
I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow
So then I could really be fly
And then she arrived
Like day break inside a railway tunnel
Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines, like high noon to a drunkard,
Sudden
She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature
Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes
She was the sun’s painting
She was a deep cognac color
Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city
Her lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet and full for her mouth to hold
I said,”You are the beautiful distress of mathematics.”
I said,”For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit.
And give you lightning and thunder as dowry
I would make the sky shed all of its stars like rain
And I would clasp the constellations around your waist
And I would make the heavens your cape
And they would be please to cover you
They would be pleased to cover you
May I please, cover you, please.

Never gets old.