you
fluttered around
the tinsel
your silver wings
like stars

beating with
the tambourine
and your
confetti raining down

to give it all
to you
would
mend my heart
(like melted gold)

a potion
where I'm
bathing in
your
rose water
and you're
blooming
up the moon

a blow
of which
I'll never
convalesce

You're full of moon dust

Some things
are
better left
unsaid.