We Control a Turning Sky

Pyrotechnics, back against steel
Fingers on hipbones, the memory reels
Shadows and clouds pass over the light
But my sky full of stars stands apart from the night
In this sky, physics fails and desire is sheer
Like silk across the eyes, all reason ends here
Where even the slightest whisper of breath
Exhilirates the ear, tightens the chest
Lowers the wall, brightens the mind
In a fire of hope, flames and stars glow in kind
And eyes reveal light and color and space
And wandering hands find rest, meaning, and place
Against the skin, the lip, the cheek
The bridge of the nose, the eyelid, the leap
From the border to the home, naivety to sin
As lips meet the othesr, joined to their twins
And the universe turns, sings with coming rain
Gives all things a chance to flourish again.