Palm of My Hand
I’ve wrapped your gossamer
around my fingers to stay
the stars I steal each time
you wink or skim your fingertips
over my hip. I need you to smile again,
to trip over your tongue and say
another word that isn’t a word.
When you blush, I want to capture
your heat and make a sun. I want
to complete this heaven so we
can crawl inside it and become
shooting stars, wrapped in the bright
light of warp speed, hurtling past here.
Brittany Lee Cheak is a student at Western Kentucky University majoring in Creative Writing with a minor in Gender and Women’s Studies. She also works as a reader for Steel Toe Books and an editor for Zephyrus. She has been published in Still, and won the 2011 Jim Wayne Miller Poetry Contest at Western Kentucky University.