We are wolf and fire and shades of sunset.
I have watched the sky bleed out over your hands
and kissed your sorry cheeks and the downward slope
that rounds off your mouth and four hours from the end
you swung your legs out of bed and found your shirt—
when they ask me what became of the first person
I got bold enough to love I’ll draw them
rising crescent moons and empty cloudy beaches;
talk about distant galaxies and looming constellations.
An entire universe inside your eyes and I
was not equipped to be even its smallest star.