Who had known that a star could rise so bright & high?
You. Pale and thin, light birch
turning their body
to face the morning rain

And you
blood crusted nails & swollen fingers,
hair a golden wheat from the dirt feel
yet soft to the touch;

Who had known that a star could rise so bright & high?
Just a few nights and days,
but here I am:
caressing your leaves of three
and wishing to be bitten.