the stars all shine for you

and stars shine for you
and sometimes your eyes
are made of them

you with morning glances
and breakfast tongues
that tell the story
of ten a.m. and laughing
through hangover

spent-through shuffling
rough patterns into a life
that leaves the sky so
terribly worn

and how you burn matters.

so taken well into account
the strange ways you move
and all the things
that make you smile:

watching moons, long drives, amphitheaters

and you like whisky afternoons
and you take them anytime
you can anytime
you might be the sky
resting or sing the song
that ends with a well-lit

and sometimes we do it that way together.

sometimes we are the way it happens.

2008-01-24 | 12:03 p.m.
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