love blossoms in the hollow of my chest
and it grows and it rounds, until it is the moon
floating along in an intergalactic marathon to the
apples of my cheeks, ruby red like their namesake,
'til it travels to my lips, and pulls at their corners with spaceship
marionette strings, and on a gravity-free highway
it speeds like a freight train
to my hand, which is warm, as it
reaches for yours
and it launches from our fingertips and bounces on the ground
landing high above us in a cradle of
distant galaxies,
settling at last in its home among the stars.
and it grows and it rounds, until it is the moon
floating along in an intergalactic marathon to the
apples of my cheeks, ruby red like their namesake,
'til it travels to my lips, and pulls at their corners with spaceship
marionette strings, and on a gravity-free highway
it speeds like a freight train
to my hand, which is warm, as it
reaches for yours
and it launches from our fingertips and bounces on the ground
landing high above us in a cradle of
distant galaxies,
settling at last in its home among the stars.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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