Searching for the Stars

My love, I have a problem; I cannot find the stars.

I have bathed in the oceans of your eyes

and dried myself by the bonfire in your throat.

I have danced with the fairies that hide in your lungs

and conspired with the trickster in your skull.

I have eaten of the fruit that grows from your breast

and entombed myself in the cracked marble of your skin.

I have climbed the vines that wrap your bones

and plucked the flowers from between your joints.

But I am sleepy now. I want to lay down under

a familiar sky, and let the constellations sing

softly as I sleep. I know I have seen the stars

within you, I know I have, but I cannot find them now.

Don't you know by now, oh beautiful beast?

The stars are in my heart. Even when you

cannot see them, they are always with you.