there are rivers underneath my skin
moving past the rocks in my chest
and smoothing out the branches of my spine
that dip into the current.
there's a set of footprints on my palm
jumping from head to heart
line
but avoiding my life
line.
clear skies in clear eyes
follow gaps between fingers
follow gaps between teeth
follow gaps between hearts
follow gaps between thighs.
there are trees growing from my fingertips
and the still branches taught me about love
and how to feel what my eyes can't see.
roses fall into place
between leaves and thorns
and hands fall into place
between rivers and trees
and the cool palm on my shoulder
breathes into the breeze
telling me to keep drawing cassiopeia on my arm
even if i can't find her throne in the sky.
i'm still watching for the moon,
letting her pull me with the tide,
washing my rivers into the oceans
and teaching me about the clouds
that hold me as i fall asleep.
--erin
