And I grew up watching the moon fight the morning sun
Begging for the night to return to him
Knowing she'd be back
After hours of neglect
The lunar agreement to simply
Reflect
Her
Shine

****** my mind
And undress me with your voice,
Lips so close
I taste your words,
Salty mutterings of a former sailor
***** words I drink with hasty thirst,
The bitter sweet sting of brackish waters,
Kiss me gentle,
But always with promise
That your soft ripples can not last

I'm trying to run away from my reflection,
So you pick up another mirror,
Point at the wickedly smooth surface
And beg me to find who you see waiting there
But her eyes won't lift to meet mine.
Her hands won't untwist
From the anxious knot of tangled fingers.
Her shoulders are heavily draped with
Burdens disguised as standards
And the way they sag matches
The circles under her eyes.
Soon you're screaming
You cannot understand
That when I think of who waits for me in every specular surface
I simply cannot
bare
to
stare.

And there we were,
Lying in your bed,
Getting drunk off the morning sun pouring through the cracks of your cheap blinds,
Drinking in each other and the moment,
Intoxicated off ideas and laughter,
Dizzy with the idea that a moment like this could last forever-
But suns must always set again,
driven by the magnetic pull of the night,
seductive with her shadowed curves
and without the truthful sun,
we began to sink
Waiting for the earth to turn again
Just as it had for all of time.
And in the moment just before
The sun could creep over the edge of where the sky meets soil,
You turned to me,
with lips barely parted,
And whispered words I’ll never remember
To forget.
You told me,
"The earth changes the day to night,
But it could never make me love you right

How violently beautiful it would be
to unzip the skin
that encases my soul.
To step out
of this unsolicited confinement
if only for,
a moment.
How delicately complicated it might be
To step into another’s casing,
To feel what it must be like.
A perpetuum of wonder,
Tell me,
Does it itch
under your skin too?

The light reflecting off our faces
As intense and bright as the moon.
As if it were pulling the tide of your hips
Onto the freckled shore of my torso.
Slip into me in the same seamless way
You dive into the ocean's salty swells.
Grip my hands like seaside cliffs
Clench tighter with every crash of every wave
Cling to every inch of me
Bite my neck.
Tug my hair.
The sheets tangle us in
The most exquisite exploration of intimacy,
As breathtaking as the sea

It occurred to her that

Despite empirical reason,

Factual evidence,

Unbreakable hypotheses;

She could never rid herself

Of the shameful ache of her limbs

That longed for the tender touch

Of that wicked hand.