This doesn't seem fair really.
Why are you so beautiful?
How many times have you stretched your hand out to me
and how many more, after I have closed my eyes?
You and me, may be on alternate planes
but we are flowing through the veins
of the same celestial being.
I don't know how, but I can taste you.
I find the crease in your hand and nestle in,
fold over the tiny tab of skin
thinking I am clever,
that I can disappear into your palm.
Maybe wait there, patiently
for you to put your hand in your pocket
and take me home.