cherries that taste
like red sunsets
curl my tongue
-a bitter dart
climbing the ladder
was the easiest part

now what do we do
if we get caught
hide in our room
conceal our crimson smiles
run to the river
to wash away the lies

forget our shoes
remember the nettle bites
whizzing by with static
in our hair
I was never the one
to refuse a dare

The eye of night's sky
With incandescent beauty
Bathes us in silver streams,
Tickling our dreams to waking.
Calling creatures of the dark
To bow down to her light