You are the moon
your skin, swarthy and perplexing.
I am the sun
my face, rounded and luminous.
The luster reflects onto your features
and when we kiss
an eclipse forms in the sky.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
You are the moon
your skin, swarthy and perplexing.
I am the sun
my face, rounded and luminous.
The luster reflects onto your features
and when we kiss
an eclipse forms in the sky.
