I am suspended: little cloud on the mountain
I precipitate
I am drifting at the whim of the wind
I lick my finger; it only suggests a direction
You see the moon before I do
I tell her things to tell to you
I am molten. In your core I am forming
I feel the heat
I am cracked open: my crystal heart reflects
I'm druzy for you
You see the moon before I do
I tell her things to tell to you
I am bruising; press a finger into my skin
I say it doesn't hurt but
I am counting all the things in between
You and me
You see the moon before I do
I tell her things to tell to you
From the window in my room
I watch the sun replace the moon
I eat, I sleep, repeat the cycle
I am a satellite
Watch the sky late at night
I am a satellite
Watch the sky late at night
I am a satellite
Watch the sky late at night
I am a satellite
Watch the sky late at night