and I’ve lost all words around you,
your smile holds me,
shows me
it’s okay to take the grand chance
of being me. Later, next to you
on the beach, we watch
waves roll without
consequence.
You’re sleeping now, but I sit under
the black, mixed scarlet sky
thinking of you waking from
whispers upon rocks.
Dawn praises the night,
and I see your bright eyes
make the sun jealous
as you see my dark eyes
use the stars as streaky
highlights, and we
kiss.
The wind blows the sand clockwise,
but as for us, time
does not move.
Tonight I call out your name,
find purple roses
drifting
upon water.
Our sign, perhaps, that both
of us wish on the temporary
blue-fired moon at the same
time.