the moon graces my face,
in the form of a smile
bright and waning crescent
constellations dot the
back of my mind

you have the sun in your eyes
and the sparks of summer
that reflect into the sky
a smirk; the remains of dawn
are light freckles on your skin

it has been a year or two
since i last smiled at you
or you at me; how time passes
and yet doesn't at all

we are the star-crossed and luckless
the lightning and the thunder
if i was paper, you'd be fire
this love is always for
and against us

(A.H.Z)