i'd never quite understood it
this urge that poets often have
to compare their lovers
to the sun
and to the stars
because the sun,
blinding and hot and bright
was too sharp
to ever hold
any semblance
to the curve of your lips
and the slope of your nose
as you slept
and the gentle lilt of your voice
when you spoke at length
of something you loved
a slight apology
already apparent
in the tremor
on your tongue
and the stars,
as twinkling and mysterious and beautiful as they are
are just so
f a r
a w a y
and so often obscured
behind smoky skies
and maybe i could say that
that's how your eyes look
behind foggy glasses but
the stars couldn't possibly
do justice
to the way my name feels
safe falling from your lips
and crashing onto the shore
again and again
like the
erratic beats of your heart
with my head against your chest
and the strumming of guitar strings
in echoing staircases
and the crack in your voice
like the crescent
against an ink-blue backdrop
waxing and waning
with the quiet constancy
i like to associate with your smile
because
your crooked gapped teeth
feel like moonbeams between my lips
and because
your hugs
feel like the moon
pulling the sea at dusk
and the sound of your teeth
clacking messily against mine
feels like the ticking
clock striking moonrise
-this is a lil gay but ily
(aka i would write this forever but
i ran out of moon metaphors)
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a/n: this is for @cacktuses my amazing gf bc it's her birthday today and im bad at gifts
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Poesíai wish the moon was my girlfriend and other poems (please note: i'm a giant mythology nerd and love bad punctuation)
