Stars (By Cat Matchuk)

A gentle touch.
You traced the stars with my heart
and hold my soul
in the embrace of your galaxy.
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
A gentle touch.
You traced the stars with my heart
and hold my soul
in the embrace of your galaxy.
Hands instantly reach up, cradling a broken nose. No matter how tight my hold is, the blood still seeps through my fingers. It drips down my arm and grows cold against the warm summer air.
And this is the way it has to be.
With a heavy sigh, my hands leave my face to push myself up from the ground. I begin walking down the dirt road. Trees are silhouetted against the setting sun, and really, it’s a gorgeous town.
Except the crops.
The moon cannot shine without the sun. This is how they are with each other, these two women. Although it’s hard to tell who’s the sun and who’s the moon sometimes. Perhaps it doesn’t matter, as long as they both rotate, they both keep swimming through the stars.
Press into me,
deeper
so that more than our flesh is touching,
our souls,
our hearts.
The way was foggy,
and only a small light to guide my path,
darkness at my sides. Continue reading “Light”
She wore a large black, straw hat with a red ribbon, that’s what he first saw and what he first remembered. It was freakishly large, he thought, and perhaps in another life it wasn’t meant to be a hat. It was meant to be a roof. A tent. Shelter for the broken hearted, anything but a hat. In this life it framed her face perfectly and outlined her delicate cheeks and jawline. In this life, it was meant to bring out beauty. Continue reading “The Bench”