The other night, I saw stars
falling from a distance
and an image of you was formed
inside my mind.
You told me I am a poet
but I can’t even tell you how love
coils my ribcage at the slightest sound
of your name against my tongue
or describe in detail
how love like this can make me crave
for letters.
If I could define my love
it would be my words cocooned
on paper. Someday,
they would form wings, travel
into the silken sky
dive
free fall
at your feet.