.

..

..

..

.*.

..*

Chastity (birthday present)

.

I'm paralyzed-

staring at the stars for

my comfort,

.

but feeling only the

coolness beneath,

a whisper, dead silence,

.

Hearing his thoughts

thickly laid across the

sky as if in a pattern,

.

some sort of puzzle

I'm supposed to

automatically decode-

.

Hieroglyphics, indecipherable,

yet fully clear as the moon

hovering above.

,

Is this what my life has

been reduced to? Cornfields,

jumping over tangled rows

.

of decay, unborn,

never conceived. I'm lost

between the columns,

.

hiding, trying to loose

him like a confused insect

in the thicket.

.

But of course, my

legs move. Still locked

together, but

.

able to maneuver back

to reality-

the heavens still intact.

..

.

structured

silence