One day, whether you
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
And in the silence I suddenly understood the many ways a person can die but still be alive.
My nights are covered in lace and starry skies,
unravelling slowly before your eyes.
Your hands they play the strings of night,
on black laced legs of starlight stride.
The softest touch on navy skin,
connecting dots, your lust, my sin.
I win, you grin. A delicate sigh,
and rest your head upon my thigh.
The nights still young, the moon still glows,
while lovers lie in still windows.