I'll Lose You in the Stars

Glass Boy

Once I breathed a heavy love song,

whispered the lyrics of a soaked heart as I laid in bed looking up at my bedroom ceiling

when a perfectly cut diamond of glass fell from the ceiling and floated down into my open hands

and I marveled at its beauty 

and I wondered whether it was a crystal tear fallen from my treasure trove of precious stones 

or a gleaming star dripped from the gold dusted night,

so I pushed up my window and let the cool air crawl inside my room and sat criss-cross upon my carpeted floor,

began to serenade the sleeping world with words of passion that I had never spoken before

but had heard sung through stacks of novels

and fleshed from radios,

I lost my soul to the pull of the sterling moon as I sang and sobbed further

when I looked down to see a shower of glass glimmering in moonlight

sprinkled in a halo around my feet, looking like fragments of dreamy clouds,

a wish granted from my fairy godmother, a dream unsaid when the clock switched to 11:11,

with trembling  fingers, I came to my knees and lifted a shard of glass from the pile and slid the other pieces off of it

then, with blushing cheeks and quivering lips, I clicked all the parts together

and made a boy of clear Cinderella glass.

Everyday I would run up the stairs and check on my perfect glass doll,

I held my breath, captivated by his idolized beauty, as I tip-toed towards him,

his glittering skin reflecting the sun's enchanting smile,

and I tipped my yearning heart over like a tin of milk and poured all my love and soul into the glass boy,

spilling sweet perfume over his feet with an alabaster jar

always filled to the brim with my unrealistic dreams,

polishing his flawless figure with weary and hopeful arms

and fantasies and expectations that far surpassed those I had imagined the day before,

at night my glass boy grew a skin of golden flesh that stretched over his mirror bones

and grew over his wads of sculpted glass muscles,

he spoke no words for his  lips were sealed together in a look of unbearable glamour,

blooming with shades of dark red the color of poison apples,

but my mind constantly slid pretty words into his mouth for him instead,

like carefully stuffing many valentine letters into envelopes,

every time the world was tucked under the thick blanket of night

 he would take me away,

swoop me off my feet and carry me out of the window like a princess

where he would brazenly jump off