in the sky—
it's drenched in the gleam of luna's white smile,
the stars whisper hushed tales
of life and love and you and i,
and now there are fireworks in the sky.
a cascade of chromatic shooting stars
in every direction,
waterfalls of happy, colourful tears.
we find our momentary escape from reality
as we lose ourselves in the
pinks and yellows of twilight.
i love them, you say.
in my heart—
i watch your face light up as you watch them
until your eyes meet mine and
we waltz in the dark with every stolen look,
and now there are fireworks in my heart.
an explosion of renewed, vibrant life found
in these loud declarations of my quiet adoration,
eruptions of ecstasy and laughter.
i find the everlasting definition of love
in the glisten of your dreaming, dreamy eyes
and it's shimmering red in the night.
so do i, i smile.
YOU ARE READING
AN ESCAPIST'S REPRESSED DESIRE | poetry
Poesíahe said he wanted to see me dressed all in white but now he's the one rotting in it. cover by @satinebones
