Hunter

nights like this you can really feel it
how cold it is
how cold it all should be
how unnatural all this heat is

all these tiny pyres
little rhythms of fire and breath
leaking into the open sky

and fall away with them
if you wish
let yourself rise like clouds

there is nothing between you
and the stars

from up here you can see
all the thousand sputterings
and sparks you left behind

observe the arrangement of lights

the constellations we reside in

up here it is easy to see how they flicker
to remember the space between bodies
and the ways it is filled
how heat is created

how it pours out

with every breath and thought
every word and tear
in every second

how it rises and expands and grasps the night
how it spreads and turns
how it burns
how bright it is

Doppler

we've been through this so many times before
that I keep losing my place
and skipping to bits we haven't earned yet

shared jokes and days in bed
immunity to rain
no longer asking questions after dark

or failing to notice
that we're past those things entirely

and it's only in watching your hair turn red
that I can know you're shifting from me again.