It was a stormy night and I lay on the beach.

I knew nothing about you,

but the colour of your eyes.

They were dark as the ocean I wished to drown me,

grey as the sky I begged to carry me,

and solid as the ground I yearned to enveloped my body.

You picked me up as easily as the sea washes away

from the shore; simply, effortlessly, like you knew nothing else,

but the curves and hollows of my body.

Your heart was warm and

melted my ice cold skin;

shaking and quivering at your slight touch, I let you in.

I knew I didn’t believe in God or anything above,

but you were something unworldly to me.

For the first time someone kissed my bones, weary from the storm,

distinguished my tears from the rain, and my blood

from pain.

You were so elegant, peaceful and serene, it was almost

too out of reach to question your being.

Then the most terrible thing came about,

I woke up, craved your touch and you were no where to be found.

You weren’t a boy, I wasn’t a girl and we weren’t caught in love.

You were a star and I was, but metal and dust.