Sonnet

Olivia Baradaran / V Mag at UVA

I wake. The sky is abraded by stars.

Its angels cower at the sight of you, 

Standing edgelong on meridian blue.

Torrid, unyielding, you dance while we are

Falling through the coffee table- too far

Gone, ice cracked down to the spine and into

Space-time, theories and promises slip through.

Here I am scraping off the scrawls of char.

Oh, your hands had touched mine and left with them

Still entangled, each finger between the

Lengths of your own. See how nicely they fit?

How long will I have to relive this moment,

Folding the laundry with you? In the dreams

I don’t tell, you’ll crawl in and love me there.