they call her Luna
because she cries to the moon.
and soon enough
she'll run out of tears,
but she'll still know nothing
but her fears.
and even though
she's afraid of the dark
and scared of heights...
she becomes space.
deep and dark and lonely.
inly homey to those
who she lets in-
only homey to him.
and her freckles
make constellations
in the sky
because her imagination
shows her where the
stars align.
and she spells out his name
hoping he'll refrain
from leaving her.
her hair
blows in the wind
and begins
to make the
Milky Way.
and she keeps her
feet on the ground
just in case
she floats away.
and his wrists are
rocket ships,
exploring space.
they get tangled
in the Milky Way
and make their way
to where it dips
at her collar bones,
and he knows
if he goes any further
he'll crash land on Mars
but he can't stop
looking at the stars
in her eyes
and on her skin.
they begin to blind him.
and his ships fall.
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