Palpable - Ava Boudreau

If you were palpable

Then I could cup my hand around your cheek

And shooting stars would tear down my skin

Like a game of pinball they would ricochet off every pore

If you were palpable

I could curl my hand around yours

And rub soothing circles that orbited your knuckles

Secretly smoothing an infinity between the shallow dips

And vanilla bones

If you were palpable

My fingers could run lanes through your hair

Slowly parting endless soft dark waves

With nails like crescent moons that

Lightly graze the night sky

If you were palpable