Eye Vomit

I wish I could capture this split second of life’s red carpet and splice and duplicate it into a million nanoseconds of living in the twirling, starry night of your iris and the soft cotton catch of your scarf, the insatiable comfort of living in your jacket ripping at the seams of my flannel bones, lying on the softest air we could find with your buttons undone, smiling as the moon plays cards with the sun and drinking up the night in wine glasses.