Summer 2016
Honestly, I’m not normally one for writing Lovey-dovey or tooth-rottingly sweet fluff but over this summer I attempted to and I personally believe it turned out alright.
GRAYCEE, THE BIG DIPPER, AND I
Graycee, the Big Dipper, and I sat outside where everything was presented in black and grey and white except the yellow thread dancing from the street lights.
We looked each other in the eyes and laughed at what the absent, pompous moon was missing, with us, at two in the morning.
We smiled and I said "Graycee I love you but don’t tell anyone" and she replied with a bark, I smiled and the Big Dipper was silent.
We pointed out the stars together and the Big Dipper shone dimmer and recounted it’s millions of nights alone.
Graycee gently pushed my thigh with her paw and licked my cheek, I told her again that I loved her.
The Big Dipper frowned and I looked up at the sky again and told it that I loved it too.
Graycee, the Big Dipper, and I sat outside where the world was quiet and shared our secrets.
I AM TERRIBLY LOVESICK
However, there is no way to put her
in writing
What am I expecting?
nothing less than giving her the sun
in the sky
when we are
alone, she is only comparable to
the stars she hung in the inky
night
and I look at her as if she
personally christened each star with a
kiss from her sweet lips
and I am perpetually half asleep
in love with her embrace.