his eyes look
ablaze against
celestial light
(almost like mine)
he wears
the rings
of saturn
like jewelry
and swallows
the moon
in halves
radiant minds
and delicate
fingers stitch
the sun
together
and his
touch ignites it
and his
skin – stained
crimson red.
for he
was to
naive to
know the
aftermath before
he struck
for shame
he feels
upon loving
another may
he part.
