Inside a capsule of brilliant words <br /> and silent laughter <br /> gliding with the stars <br /> <br />Pulling out objects to <br /> examine and angle a narrative <br /> like describing the moon <br /> <br />I put my ear next <br /> to your explicatives <br /> and heard the drum <br /> your heart <br /> <br />And sorted through <br /> peices of your wit that <br /> clicked together like <br /> loose diamonds in my hand <br /> <br />I knew how close <br /> one could get to another <br /> without ever touching <br /> <br />Because when you said <br /> 'I would have liked to meet you on Earth' <br /> I smelled soap and salt<br /><br />Tara Crown<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orbital-inertia/
