if a star were not

a star

it would be my hands, open

to the universe - come to me

take my light

or the eyes 

of a million hearts

like the prince,

his mad noblewoman,

and her flowers

gone in the water

the stars are more

poetry of light and motion

than all of human thought

a tale, grand and

echoing

across millenia

of love, sacrifice, dreams, hopes -

or maybe just the sparkles

on my ceiling as I

lay awake,

dreaming

have you ever 

Murdered a moment

Just because you could

Spat on it

She was going

To tell you

That she loved

You

She was going to

Pour her heart

Into your mouth

But you

Stuck in your place

Sparking

In the mirror

Pounding your

Chest

She takes it back

And not just

Once.

Forever.