Dilation
 Noelle Adamo


Let's pretend
this poem is about
the sky

instead of your eyes
that way I can  
stare all afternoon 

skin touched 
by each 
shadow that passes

just as the clouds 
gather and separate 
each moment

from something new 
and unspoken
then are gone 

while my heart
spreads 
into a summer sunset

filled with birds that flight 
to take a chance
tug the blue grey silk 

by the thread 
I caught when you 
looked at me just now

that told me the weather
might change again 
if I don't peer into 

the widening dark
and soar
towards all those 

planets, comets, satellites, 
stars, that make you 
unreachable.