Wishing Stars

It is a very fine,
Very enjoyable thing,
To feel through your value,
Like weaving through delicate,
Fragile needlework,
To remember how much you are,
To so many people in so many places,
And to smile behind your back!
At all you don't see,
Radiating from you like poisonous glory,
Seeing it like the first litter of squirming,
Finding blind pups,
Splayed on the slate floor,
And just waiting,
For that first honest connection,
That you robbed me of any reason to continue wishing stars.

(and you're so damn cute.)