by Zahraa’ Khaki
A wish fluttered from a tree
A single
Red
Silken threat
That flowed through my little finger
To the millions of threads
Finding your own a tether
Thick with the tangles
Of a butterfly in chrysalis
That claimed me
I need to learn to love you
Like I love the moon
Without thought or possession
As it liquefies everything in me
Draws every drop of blood
To constant high tide
That drowns all reason
Luna
Tic in my eye because the sun scalds
And I want to drag it down and fling it
To the depths of an unlit ocean
So that I can feel your light
Whispering against my skin again.
Without reach
But always
In my sky