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i see astronomy in her eyes
and i can smell summer
in the curls of her hair,
those loosely wound ribbons
that sweep her shoulders
and get wrapped around my fingers.

i move from place to place,
chasing her through the hours
in which she is absent,
trying to track her down
in some corner, in shadows,
places where others can’t see.

i try desperately to make her smile
for it is outright in its purity,
i lead her through
the strange and rabid rhythm
of my nature, of my nights
and she remains absolute,
flawless and filled with mercy.

i sleep soundly in her care,
lightly in her arms
and she trembles quietly
in the dark recesses of this,
the soft patter of her heart,
the low escape of her thoughts,
the conductivity of her tired eyes
wherein satellites go passing by.

-S.C. Martinez