The Meeting

The stars declare democracy.
When have you told me it was me
that had to be there with your hand
and bleed myself like I'm the man

who needs to say I'm sorry, too
but mean it like how moon turns blue
and yet believe I've given due
to a delay that made me you?

I'm ready for the stars to fall
I'm waiting for your heart to call
Itself barely living and mauled,
I am the snake who never crawled.