Loving a person so much they become a comet
You’ve got stars in your hair
Oh, you who are so tangled in the universe
Even that unfolding expanse
Is not enough to hold all of this love
There is so much
Spilling from my eyes
Into the dirt at my feet
Rivers running into the sea
-rjm
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Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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“Come to bed?” His voice, rough from sleep and overuse, breaks through the darkness and finds you where you sit, perched on the edge of the bed like a bird poised to take flight. You feel him move, hear the rustle of the bedsheets, and then he’s behind you, right behind you, warm and inviting. He wraps his arms around you, holding you back against his chest, anchoring himself to you and you to the bed. “Don’t fly away just yet.”
-rjm
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