by Lauren King

Fingers glide through the grass

clenching each blade,

the soil warm and embracing 

beneath each fiber of skin.

Back pressed against the firm earth,

splayed across the blanket beneath us.

 

Fingers skim the surface of skin,

sketching the big dipper on your shoulder

while your eyes lock on the skillet of stars.

Fingertips move upward, pointing to Achilles

then come down to earth and slither toward

your heel, the subtle contact makes you weak.

 

The crescent moon lies stitched on a canvas, its

amber radiance contrasted against black and dark blues.

The sky glows bright in these hues, 

silver stars speckled across the night

forming constellations depicting you and I:

images of us immortally ingrained above.

 

Out of all the constellations our fingers have aimed for,

this one is our nebula.

 

 

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      Lauren King is currently studying both English and strategic communications at Oklahoma State University, and she will graduate in the spring. After graduation, Lauren hopes to work for a public relations firm, where she can pursue her love for writing within her career. Lauren is most interested in literary fiction, and she enjoys exploring realms of the supernatural, horror and mystery genres. In her free time, Lauren enjoys spending time with family and friends.