Where Light Touches You

Where light touches you 

I see every little crack in your lips, 

and every tiny hair on the side of your face 

 

I see every single cell of skin, 

and the empty space between them: 

the cracks that you seep through 

 

I see the columns of shadow along your eyelids cast by your lashes, 

and where tears slide down your temples and into your hair, 

I see the little shining copies;

the little crystal streaks

 

Where light touches you,

yourself is set not in shadow,

but in gold.

wph

VT

16 years old

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