Starry Night

I saw Starry Night on your face swirling to the warm pulse in your neck that day while you slept you loved me your head turned away, I imagined the painters hand who crafted that star on your chin so far beyond I imagined the thought that went into creating that small crescent moon shaped space behind your ear smooth and barren, that night does not give life the way the sunlight pouring through the blinds does the way it cascades over your neck, twitching simultaneously with the beating of your night heart while your mind rests and slips into oblivion I watch your deep red blood flow thoughtlessly through your warm body when you woke, the night loomed and took you once again from me I watched the night sky that day in your bed falling