infinite
Night is an infinite rotation of stars
Across a sky that outlines infinite black power lines
And radio towers, with a repetitive, slow blink
Like the eyes of a lightheaded, lusty lover
They blink
I watch the night with intrigued eyes and an open mouth
Mesmerized, desiring more
Desiring to be a part of it
You are my night; your presence envelops me whole
I could watch you for eternity in any place
Light makes me appreciate you more, makes me long for you
But you dazzle me most when there’s nothing but darkness
That’s when your constellations are revealed to me
Your truest self is shown
We are close, but not yet one
I have fallen in love with every single version of you
But that one is the one I want to wrap up and hold
Night is an infinite rotation of stars
Stars are an infinite rotation of matter
Living, dying, decaying, spreading, and reforming
We are infinite
I want to spend every night with you
Swallowed whole
I am far from my stars
But they are nonetheless mine
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I.G. Nichols
I. G. Nichols is a soon-to-be college freshman close to finally pursuing her dream of teaching English. She took up writing poetry in her junior year of high school as a way to cope with mental illness and develop an understanding of her own identity. She now writes on a near-daily basis with subjects such as depression, anxiety, post-traumatic stress disorder, suicide, love and the healing that comes with it, fear of the future, and a desire for freedom. She enjoys swimming, art, reading, writing, and video games, and desires to one day figure out how to care for succulent plants.
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