Spring of Being

I'm looking at the streetlights
how they bend over
heavy with the weight of light
how it flickers and throbs
against the dark
like the touch of a childs heartbeat
against your swollen skin
and how your fingers flutter
while he knocks a message to you
through the thick membrane
he says hello
and suddenly they look like trees
to me
or maybe flowers
heavy headed daffodils
waiting for spring to bloom
and then, who knows
maybe this is how stars grow
on a steady diet of sparks
fed through their iron stems
which teaches them to be strong
and when that solar spring arrives
they will shoot across the sky
finding their own cosmos to inhabit
to illuminate and slowly build
a universe of their own

i can see it all
and so i hurry home
to you and little him
who hides still beneath your skin
and i whisper to you the story
of the stars blooming into glory
and you flutter against my fingertips

the day they put you in my arms
i held you up to the sky
and a thousand stars flashed by
leaving the roads dark in the solar spring