Star Skin: Arija

 

 

 

star skin Arija

 

 

with you there is no name for the love

with you there are no names for the shapes we make

it never stays still

can’t be trapped

can’t be willed

no truth to distill

it only is, what it is

 

it isn’t hard to call you angel, though

and your body is made up of the same star dust

as the palm fronds, the deep green moss

the stunning peacock feather

and your neighbor,

and your neighbor’s neighbor

it isn’t hard to call you angel as you cultivate

this dance of atoms that pass

from me to you and you to me and the we

of all in this our star skin

 

Arija, love, you remind us that we 

do not need to seek

or bind ourselves to love

that we are in fact the very essence we search for

I watch in awe as you streak

across the hearts of all you touch

with you there is no name for the love

only that you are a star-lighter, in this star-skin

waking up the constellations 

in the canopies of our

first dreams

with you there is no name for these shapes

only the twinkling stuff of us

newly ignited stars

ready to take our place.

You might say you are just a piece in this great play

trying to recall the whole of it

from the original dust

and put in on display so that we might

if the light, is just right 

see another way but

I’ll just say with you there is no name for the love and

It’s hard to not call you angel.