I feel your eyes under my skin
Coursing, they dart up my arteries
And breathe in the vessels
Three days still after the mark.
Full blue moons on the horizon, I
Drink elixirs to see their tidal
Wave ripples again in the dark.
It remains an inconvenient truth,
Carefully lain glaciers melting to
Erode the stability of mountains.
The intricacies of habitats drowned
By the Holy Spirit, a reflection of the
Sun. The heavens still would be nothing
Without the spirit of two blue moons.
I know the planets well, those caught
By your orbit at the dawn of ages and
Still, I could have held you better.