i plant my soul in the moon, hers in the sun, that's why i wear silver, and she wears gold. i've left tiny holes in the sky with my nails when i was trying to shoo the clouds away so i could see you better, mama said they're called stars and you can only see them when the sun goes down. my heart was wet in your hands (you needed it more than i did) and somehow it was still beating. fast. as red as my face, and i'm sorry it started to drip onto your persian rug but you told me not to worry and kissed my mouth instead. the sun is growing sleepy and now i'm laying on satin sheets thinking about the moon, with the taste of you lingering on my love swollen tongue.
