Bathed in moon beams,
                                         I saw you.
You stood there without conviction,
As if the intention of your existence could keep the universe from falling apart.  
My hands won't steady,
                                          the thought of giving away precious pieces of myself is transient.  Quick, similar to a kiss that has become a habit, magic; never knowing if the next will ever be the last.
    But my heart swings like pendulum,  chest-heavy, hesitation.  Polishing every tool I can teach myself to use as an excuse to protect what's underneath.
   You promise,
                        I pretend as though you didn't enchant me while I watch you walk away.