ART BY S. PUTNIK Stargazing At The Lake By Erika Gill Best of Birdy Issue 048 The lake at night is glossy and flat black an obsidian mirror reflecting watercolor fingers spears of light of the storefronts and homes and streetlights the water beneath impenetrable and hard empty without light my heart craves the sight of this expanse winter trees stretch skeleton fingers up upward yearning, as I begin, fearfully, to contemplate yearning tightly closed petals slowly unfurl mortally afraid of the frost, your indifference but I sink slowly and warm into the depths of lightshot amber chips your eyes absorb it all and I sink in with a sigh oh oh oh I sigh warmth, light, a new star to orbit I do my cosmic mating dance in an ellipse uncertain if I should be near or far wobbling unsteady, ever closer to your surface I heard between your words the fear of being a satellite I can’t alter your gravity but I can pull the shorelines into a script that begs “love me love me love me” and grip hard to draw the deep waters and gather them to me like skirts blanketed, robed in darkness to cover my violent glow crowned in a fading light I hope you see or put out, but soon. No. 120
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