i wish i could drape the sky on you tonight,
the sunset – the oranges, the reds, the yellows,
the violent whites, grays, blues and violets.
wrapped in a warm blanket, we’d look
towards the horizon, the night sky starts
to split at the seams, replacing all that
we stole – and the stars, oh the stars,
knocked over by the moon, littering
the canvass. we could rearrange the
constellations to spell our names,
we’d be infinite in this moment.