Darling I’ve told you before to look up at the sky and you only ever glanced and smiled.
This is not a laughing matter.
When I ask you to watch the clouds it is so you find meaning in the breath I breathe and warm skin I give you.
I’ve said many times before that a piece of glass is buried in my forearm and in that piece of glass there is a star and two moons.
Baby I’ve told you that we are galaxies.
And the gold in the sky is under the skin of my thumbs and forefinger.
And when I rub them together and clasp the side of your jaw, you are being blessed beyond imagination.
Baby I hope you know that I am a blessing.
Baby I hope you know that we are a blessing.
So please, baby please. Look up at the sky.