Your Skyline

I am familiar

With the

your skyline,

Although I have

Never seen it,

Because night after night

I imagined you

traversing it,

Fluttering between streets,
Wine with your mother,

Or between friends,
Bra straps gliding

Gracefully down off

Your shoulder,

You merrily

dragging it back up

To kiss your collarbone,

Thinking of me,

Imagining my fingertips
As yours grace the shoulder
They belong to,

In my mind you

are the skyline of the city

you are learning

To call home

Sometimes jagged,
Sometimes piercing,
Always resisting stagnation,
Sometimes fogged,
Sometimes teasing,
Always resisting temptation,

And those lights-

I'm sure
they still

think of me,

As they go on

Twinkling,

Far far from here.