stargazing

her eyes reflected sky when she spoke: nothing ever happens the way it’s supposed to

she never looked at me when she got metaphysical, but I looked at her.

i could hear her voice now, disapproving, that’s not the right word jo

but i didn’t care when she laid with me under the stars,

the tops of our heads touched and i felt little shivers

run down my neck and shoulders and pierce my heart

over and over and over again, my pupils dilating

i wonder if she shivers when we touch

you cold? she asks, lifting her head

eyes closed, i pretend to sleep

she settles back into me

i sigh in relief

just us two

under stars

together.