*Stars* Stars, the little plastic ones, dance across your ceiling You point out the Gemini Twins Castor and Pollux who seem so far off so high up like I couldn't stand up here balancing my bare legs cramming my toes, long and cold and bony under your back as you lie there. Your fingers wrapped around my pale calves for support balancing on old mattresses two stacked for the bounce-factor, And I reach, arms above my head, stretching to touch your sky.