trying something new...

Midsummer midnight
We swim in milky moonbeams
Mountain wind
On the glass of our skin
And grass
Our verdant vessel

Two wishes
We throw to the purple-ink sky
Too silent
For our fears are not compliant
To the
Fences of our hearts

I feel
The heat of his smile
Finger lifted
To point how the moon shifted
Dancing stars
A company of players

Painfully aware
In the crook of his arm
Sweet religion
Of pure first love my competition
Plastic smiles
My aching solace

My fingers
Tread the patchwork ocean
Our quilt
Heavy with the heartbroken silt
That sinks
Like lead in my blood

If only
The sky were the ocean
If only
The heart never got lonely
If only
I were dead