Skinny-dipping at the beach.
Sneaking in past one in the morning.
We are drunk on summer night
And high on stardust.
Moonlight frames the edges of our faces
And throws into contrast
The pinched corners of our gaping mouths,
Wide open with howling laughs.
We are the only ones
Who dare to steal the night,
Running along the shore
And leaving footprints where we've been.
You and I dive into the wake
And never come up for air.
YOU ARE READING
Art Will Survive, Artists Won't
PuisiThis book is a compilation of free-form poetry that I've written. Most of it is pretty personal, but I hope you'll like it regardless. POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: depression, self-harm, lgbtq+, suicidal thoughts
