Hands Like Cartographers

"She loved three things- a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man."

All this naked sky
and you,
with your shaking hands,
too afraid to take your coat off.

The array of stars gone shy
and bashful
under the gaze of seven billion
watchful eyes.

You undress facing the window.

You think
the moon understands
what it means to feel
exposed; you think
the moon never turns her back
for a reason.

You think the moon
would kiss you like a southern solstice—
peel herself from the sky
and love you for every hour
that the sun’s up.

The array of stars
watch the outline of your naked
body through the glass.
They don’t love you the way
daytime TV says you’re supposed
to want to be loved.

All this naked sky, and
you—
with your shaking ribs,
you—
with your aching hands,
you—
too afraid to love the sunlight.

Decent Exposure, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)