my breath


in my lungs when I see

Orion in the heavens

clear and bright under

a full crescent moon

in the gentle air of fall’s

early morning

present for the first time

in months.

I remember how his shout

felt like a gift

how I believed he was leaping

for joy

how I counted my friends in the

gleaming stars of his belt

and now can only think of you

my love my dear

my only star

and I know one day I’ll tattoo

the constellation on my skin

friends, family, lover

faith hope love and the

greatest of these…

a trio of ink stars that would never

leave me

as if that truth is something I could

ever lose

as if my memories could fade like

the stars

in the morning.