You will come back

or not

as is your want


The reticence of today
is no consequence
I will bend it into the shape I need
regardless of protestations

I have gathered the sun
the moon
and all the bodies celestial
into the cupped fingers of my hand


They spin and shimmer
against the whorls of my skin
dancing cool upon the ridged flesh
rotations create
geometric patterns
of random disorder

I'm waiting for you

to ask for the sky back