“sonnets for summer nights.”

by t.k.

we’re laying on our backs looking up at the sky

and i’m asking, begging you to love me

i would convince you if i had it in me to try

instead i drift into the vastness above me


and i think my voice got lost

somewhere between uncharted constellations

of stars, untethered lovers crossed

holding maps with no destinations


it could be in the space between your fingers

or maybe sheltered in the palm of your hand

tucked into dark spaces, it lingers

calling me, begging me to land.


i would build ships to unseen planets just for you to

tear them asunder

i would change my name to cassiopeia to have you

stare upon me with wonder