your smile catches me in the small of my back,
spin me around and let me
fall – I am viscous, amber
in a cut-crystal glass
your light spilling through me
sinking, splaying into
all my hollows and filling them
out with a rush of warmth, of color
I am rusty iron in the evening
you, the luster that floods from me
out of the window and
stretches to caress a million stars.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.