These Are Not My Truths, V

V

see her eyes
glitter in the half-light

they outshine the stars.

i want to cup my hands together
catch the light
show it to her, beautiful.
i’d  like to paint her body
with whorls and sparkles
until she sees my truth.

But I don’t want her to cry for me,
don’t want her tears ,

It isn’t worth that.

(she cries for me anyway
even as she anchors me
to her body, with
arms and legs and
that undefinable
love.

all I have to give
anymore
is an air conditioned
train ride poem
that i composed in my head
and tried to give to her
in lieu of my heart.

it isn’t the same)