My hands grasp tight the empty air
And I can hear my breath
If this song doesn’t strike me down
Then the hunger will
The air is sucked out of my lungs like the speckled stars in an unlucky galaxy
ingested by a wormhole
These bit down fingernails hanging around my throat like a gaudy piece of costume jewelry
Whole memories of brimming love,
Our fingers camped alongside one another
Your square set nails and skin like nutmeg sprinkled onto a glass of frothed milk
When staring into your eyes, a still puddle reflecting a summer sky,
Didn’t cut me
Dancing because it all rose before us magnificently
The dog scratches his ear
Thudding the ground with his paw
I can hear crickets just outside the open window
To have and to hold
From this day forward