from between the soft-pink
of your lips,
pillows of moonlight fall.

the moment we never met held
nothing but shame for me,
longing gazes across the field.

you didn't know i existed.
oh, to be young. and dead.
i recovered from my bought of goodbye cruel world

instead, yours took you.
i dance underneath your teeth
in the softness of nightingale tears.

i arise, with dreams of nothing
but your face.
will i see you again,
this time under the stars?