as the crow flies

     

the star of Bethlehem
           dips past Orion
hovering on the edge of the horizon
                     in       frigid detachment

unbalanced

your toes grip concrete
                     fiercely
the soft sweet arch of your skin on my skin
breathing harsh

caught desperate
insecure

the way your fingers find mine again and again
      surprising you

and if i say i can’t hear you i lied

(mmhmm, dear
           that’s nice)

allowing compliments
           to override honesty

we worship the vampire of dreams
           suck suck sucking
us dry
      nightly

(and call it love)