You approached me cautiously, 

eyes assessing the posibilities before you

like I imagine Michaelangelo

flirted with the sistine chapel,

finding the cracks in the walls I've been building

you see something beautiful under all that concrete

slyly eyeing the paint chips

flaking under layers of my skin

anything can be beautiful if it's embellished 

so I paint over my imperfections with 

optimistic acrylics

I wonder if michaelangelo was scared of heights

suspened 68 feet up towards the ceiling

or did he love the feeling of being closer to god

we were eye level with the mountain tops

staring contest with the gods

3rd story, much more than 68 feet closer to the stratosphere-

maybe we're masochists

but adrenaline can make the fear disappear easily

distracted by the moonlight as it spilled past our shoulder blades

to fill the spaces

between our souls,

we both get wrapped up in the silence

of orion's belt,

it feels too perfect

so I break it up with shattered eye contact and a laugh.

I am stubborn like marble,

have the potential to be beautiful

but too focused on my fractures

to notice the sculpture that is hidden under layers of my skin

your acid rain gaze

has the capacity to eat away at limestone exterior

Michaelangelo must have spoken to god

in the months he spent on his master piece

materialized the touch of divinity he was experiencing

both believing art is the answer

we exchange a silent understanding

space between us blaring

I can hear the world slip whispers into the breeze

autumn air's breath on our necks

chills scale your spine to remind you

you're alive

the 3 feet between us

gets louder and heavy

as if we both know it's a warning

sincerity spills from the cracks between my teeth

when I smile

the burst of star dust and plaster 

make us feel small

makes us feel like we belong

we look up at the sistine chapel in the sky

admiring the fresco expression of the stars

wondering if we have the capacity to create a master piece.