Space Sonnet 

Outside of the layer that coats our halos, 

beams of light push against this thing we live in. A string of bulbs bleating dry,  

tree top angels. Blurry devotional. Photon-dipped rings 

hung above our heads. Our candlelit trail through the tangible cosmos. 

Infrared hoop soaks up the neon, our slow blinking.  

Our solar system of silk spun hair. The silver tinsel makes you look real.  

Outside of Earth’s glow, we spend all December painting a dimensional timeline  

with the tips of our wings. Finally, there is enough time for everything. 

But let’s just do this: roller blade on the highway just before breakfast.  

Or before this Impermanence. Through the tinted frame of a telescope, we 

take shaky selfies just below the crescent. We share a plate of 

syrup-soaked pancakes, maple printed in our palms.  

Taste of eternity in between our small smiles. Now, 

let’s make this glittering agreement, heavenward. 

Coastal Sonnet 

Beads of hollow pearls spill across the windows. 

Water paints something no less than holy 

This island crescent, a prayer through the blinds, 

drops licking the lit reflection on the glass 

Rain stains stale on our sandpaper skin, moonbeam pools the top sheet 

Mosaic of days-old sunblock, balmy indigo, plantain. 

The rising, falling, of your chest, little bits  

of you evaporate into the watercolor of the night. 

A rinsing. Diluted swirl of azure foam. Yesterday is 

now mouth washed in the back of our throats. The real romance is  

extinction. We lay like parched fossils in passion. Decay. Wanting the revelation. 

Broken open like a sermon. Couple of treasured mudskippers, swimming out of sand. 

I know it’s late, neon reef hovers outside. I look down  

at the bustle of your lunar shut eyelids, veins caffeinated in the dark.