The Milky Way shifts
left to right
as it always does

At least one star falls
to leave the herd
during this trembling

You love watching
the night sky
"alive in the dark"

I fear patterns 
whose aftermaths
involve "sweet partings"

But your first kiss
reached for a scar
puckering atop a knuckle

You could have lingered
only on the sweet wine
sweetening my sweet lips

My guitar hopes for
dawn arriving without
glass goblets shattering

Teach me of Andalusia
where duende is to "live
life as if dreaming"