The Pursuit Of Pleiades

There’s gold on your skin

little tiny speckles

that I would lay down and count

The world stopped spinning once

whenever I had tried

You laid there

and said my eyes were laughing

I was imaging us turning into those sprinkles

We would shift into

little balls of dust

Float into that universe

we admired

so deeply together

Varnish ourselves as one of those stars

and become that glitter on your skin