the moon on my ring finger

Never have I had

the sky in my pocket

it always leaks

down my thigh staining

my socks with midnight

 

Never have I had

a cloud in my shoe

soft, white; containing tomorrow’s dew

stepping up, lacing up, and all that’s left

is a wet shoe and dirt

from the road outside

 

Never have I had

an airplane in my hair

holding it in place

turbines forming bouncing curls

Orange line on my forehead, glowing and land

 

Never have I had

a stroll through the moonlit air

a seaweed lover at hand

slimy and cold, sticking to everywhere

 

Never have I had

a comet dive by my ear

a hole in my bed

neon roller pink

my arm goes inside and comes back

glowing with starfish kisses

 

Never have I had

a supernovic eye

look at me through curtained windows

a whirlpool at the end of a lake

 

Never have I had

a star on my wrist,

shining in my eyes late at night

when I want to sleep

 

I’ve never had

a night that lasts

longer than the faded blue

stain on my thigh