downtown galaxy - my poetry

and her name reminds me of the sea

she has storms in her eyes but if you're looking long enough you can see the sun peeking out behind the clouds

and her hair is blue now and it suits her well because despite the ice she can shield herself with she's a warm sky on a summer's day

she doesn't like summer, she prefers the cold. i can't stand the gray of winter and i glow in the sun. but we work.

i can't stay in key to save my life. she riffs around any handful of notes with ease. she's tall and lanky and stumbles over steps and i can flow with any tune. she's vampire-pale and i'm the deep brown of countless generations. she doesn't like socializing and i thrive on extroversion's energy.

her eyes are blue and mine are brown, and she has a dimple in her cheek and i have one in my chin, and we make it work.

it's easy, 'cause she's got that sunshine smile and i've got my dying whale laugh, and we have our inside jokes and broadway duets.

we're both part-time dreamers.

and i'm so lucky to have her.