Moon Dust in your Face

 

I lift you to my face

And you leave behind the faintest trace

Remnants of another time, another universe, another place.

 

I settle you on our bed

And in you see the faintest thread

Dust woven from stars and moons into a history of saids and un-saids.

 

I rest your head in my hand

And lay you chin against my lifeline,

My palm, your cheek and eye resting flush with its broken rejoin.

 

I lift you to the sky

And watch all those other moons fly by

Spinning galaxies of stars reflecting your helix, your eyes, your smile, your cry,

All bound in you with the touch of a never-ending tie.

 

-For baby Clara who has brought about the undoing of us all!

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