Your Eyes Are the Stars

When they lose their light and burn

Dark into themselves where your life runs through you like the dream

You cannot ever leave no matter how many nights you count

She will always be going out and returning with the stranger you learn

To tolerate so you can find the skin of sleep and bury your heart

So deep I can only find you by touch reading the curve of your throat

With my fingers, tracing a pulse that carries the blood

Of the man I love even in the absence of light

Enduring as the memory of your mouth against my skin

Holding the night open for both of us.