My back to the earth
And face to the stars,
I ask you where you are.
“I’m right here,” you respond.
I roll my head to the left -
Grass growing into air
Where I wish your body lay.
And when I revisit my longing to the sky,
A shooting star burns its way
Through the atmosphere,
Fiery dust and a thousand kisses
Falling upon my head.
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mmm
This is beautiful in its longing...Thank you for sharing your heart, your Otto.
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