These, my dreams and dramas
my slowly evolving orbit
suspended on the skin of time
circling a star, priming for light
as the dead moon breathes sunlight
and the sea licks the shores of imperfection.
Grant me these mistakes,
these hidden scars,
these pools of irises projecting
forgotten stories on guarded eyelids.
Indulge me this love
this paradox of submission
forming icicles of unspoken words
churning deep waters
spewing out garbage and treasures
into these scars bending my fingers
with the unending lines from my palms.
This is my slowing evolving orbit
suspended on the fragile skin of time.