If love were a star;
I'd wish it to
..................f
..................a
..................l
..................l
..........through me,
and I would embrace it
with the softness of petals
But love, has not a solitary form
and does not always twinkle
in the dark,
too many nights
I've known this much
how the ink of
desire
drapes its insomnia;
like a velveteen cloak,
an intimate coupling
between me
and my pen
think of all the love
I must've missed
