"I want to trace the galaxies that form on your skin
Every pore of your body a new world for me to uncover.
Let me undress the sadness from your soul
Instead I’ll cover you with arms of affection
Constellations of “I love you’s” and more.
I’d graze your arms with my fingers
Tingling mountains forming like currents of passion.
Your lips wet with the scent of sea salt air
I taste the ocean in your mouth
See the future through your eyes.
When I’m with you, I think I understand the moon.
The way it pulls the tide closer
Unable to let go of a lover from long ago.
You were but a whimsy, perhaps a hopeful caress on my cheek.
But I like to think that in some life
I would find you a sun
Erect the heavens about it
And trace your name in my orbit.”
- C.C. “Your Voice Is My Telescope” (April, 2014)