Days Like These

On days like these
I watch tiny suns expire
at the end of a match

like the days
we dipped our toes
in golden summer

among the bounty
of daisies and
fresh kisses.

Evenings thickened,
breath became opaque
but now

with your leg
against mine in the
smoke-creased night,

I spread my fingers
against the three studs
of Orion’s belt.

On days like these,
the whole universe fits
between my palms.

Cherry Doyle
Poet of the Month June 2016

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