You held stars in your fingersI’m sure of it,or perhaps it was just your wink  playing tricks. Do I reach for one,or claim  the whole sky? Reach if you must, but know thisstars are not souvenirs. They bruise easily  and remember the warmthof every hand that dared them closer. I watch from beyond clouds, beyond winds,from horizons stretching  farther than desire. Then teach me the differencebetween taking and being invited. I’ve mistaken … Continue reading Where Stars Lean