Telescopic

I'll look at you
from the far-away
end of the telescope.
And I see you miles away,
smaller than I remembered you,
your hollow chicken bones
breaking.


Standing on the edge of
the earth, my eyes
are burnt
with starlight,
you are burning
to my retinas
ghost-image
of a boy scout fire
I could never build.


The flint of stars
collides-
I break apart, my
tectonic plates 
crashing into the ocean.
The meteor shower
mirrored like an oil slick.


So I dig my teeth
into the fabric of space
to pull myself closer
to you, the white
of my mouth 
twin of stars-
calm calm
of falling stars.


An odd silence 
at the corner of
space. The end
of the telescope obscures
you from where I stand.
Masked with the curtains
of the horizon.


From the sea,
I am bound to 
you, mirroring.