Center Heart

There is never a night without stars. When you’re alone This is all on a starry night I can gift. A diamond-like bracelet on brilliant black, miles over Your wrist. Or billions of quick stirring lights— with their dear lovers’ kiss. Images of other times, shadows in the dust— Or even the heating of the frozen wax between us. And the dark shine glossing over your hair— The reaching out of my hand to find common ground up there. My love, my imprint Some night when you are alone Is with the spilling over of the stars.