sun and stars

you spin fantasy;
twist words into charms,
it's as if you've plucked stars from the heart of the milky way and
used them to replace your eyes-
sharp quartz at the very least

your bones are like charcoal scribbles on cosmic paper
broad strokes hard enough to break the sticks on your back
weighted down by somethings and nothings and anythings and 
skin is fragile, stretching, tearing,
ripping at the seams and not 
yet your arms 
translucent and glittering
have the warmth of your mother's smile

you have a musk
of reassurance and 
safety
the jacket with the sleeves too big and bottomless pockets fits you as perfectly as your fingers entwined with mine

clasped together
clenching together
always together