Through My Hairline

The first time
I saw the stars
run through my hairline,
was the day you
stretched your arms and said,
"Hello" with your teeth.
I clasped onto your
wrist and jumped down
from our thoughts of
this strange world,
and sank into dreams
of beauty and daylight.
I showed you to
my hands and
the little open shell
I keep in my tight pocket.
Your chilly eyes laughed
at my grass covered toes,
and I kept quiet,
smiling, waiting...
...to feel those stars
again, with you in my brain.