Blue Dream, Blazing

   Sometimes,
      his stars snap open,
                just any night
      suddenly he needs-
something-
       so urgently that
      the back door is too far,
        I'm halfway out the window
                    behind him,
     before i realize I am-
awake, we are-
   Throwing ourselves on
     damp August grass,
     faces dewy, radiant, alive, I am-
awake, I am-
   Looking at his stars,
         blue eyes,
   Blazing like
       his silver rings, trailing down my-
solid, like
         his tough hands, but-
soft, like-
alive, like-
      Laughing like
        stars flashing,
                  burning,
            blue eyes; awake like-
   Blue stars, Blazing.