Bursting

I watch him from above; 

A tapestry of life rolling out

on the tiny panel floor beyond.

Through the darkness,

I see his brows cloud over,

pursing his lips with thought.

I watch the tiny scattering moments,

 burst out, idly, into shadow.

I clamber down into his world.

I kiss his darkened eyes.

If I could calm each voice and fingertip

that curves his silent veins

There would not be a word 

that was not mine,

nor a single undefined touch.

To bring the sun in one perfect moment,

one sweep of sugared salvation

I’d give a universe of time.

And yet my sacrifice is boxed

And bound

to short bursts of light

alone.

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