there are some things that
you can only taste.

the streetlights are running with me tonight.
i can taste the cold.
escaping into a world where there is
nothing but the wind and rain.
flailed by whipping snow into the sky.
lifting me
where even the sun can't lick me now.
where i can see the stars we made on the ground.
the streetlights and highways.
because we're all too small to reach higher than the clouds.
although
that's only what i've been told.
what i've been told
are words.
i have yet to be told
finger gripping dreams.
it's almost troubling how bright it is.
as if we can compete
with what lives in midnight.
as if we can outshine the stars.
each shadow has a heart down there
though they're overwhelmed with their darkness.
i can hear their heartbeats.
i can hear breath.
the wind's whispering it to me.
i'll be here
trying to figure out a way
to throw my heart
onto the moon.
come join me.
when you can speak
without letting a word
fall from your mouth.