Raindrops | Poetry

constellations

i.

In your arms, 

there's a sky;

vast and blue.

Is there a place

for my stars to stay,

to become constellations?

ii.

You've got a thousand suns

all over your skin.

Let them kiss my tears.

We can make rainbows

together.

iii.

In the place between

day and night,

night and day,

I'll meet you.

For those moments,

you'll be mine,

I'll be yours.

That'll be enough,

won't it?