We dined in starlight
on the dark side of the Moon;
with rich white cloths
and fine silver spoons.
The silent ghosts
of our former lives
danced like newborn moths
above our knives.
And the stars wore white mink stoles.
We shivered in the air.
It chilled our veins.
We chatted over old dreams,
still warm in our brains.
The planets quivered
in the arctic air of space.
I studied your smile,
your laugh, your face.
All the ice-cold breezes
swept away your sighs.
All the bone-chilling winds
gave freedom to our lies.
We dined in starlight
on the dark side of the Moon.
And the stars wore white mink stoles.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
We dined in starlight
on the dark side of the Moon;
with rich white cloths
and fine silver spoons.
The silent ghosts
of our former lives
danced like newborn moths
above our knives.
And the stars wore white mink stoles.
We shivered in the air.
It chilled our veins.
We chatted over old dreams,
still warm in our brains.
The planets quivered
in the arctic air of space.
I studied your smile,
your laugh, your face.
All the ice-cold breezes
swept away your sighs.
All the bone-chilling winds
gave freedom to our lies.
We dined in starlight
on the dark side of the Moon.
And the stars wore white mink stoles.
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