Your eyes were
Fixed on the page;
My eyes were
Lost in the night sky.
But every now and then,
You would read my name,
The moon turned to your face
And we held the gaze,
The quickly looked away-
Wishing glances read
As easily as poetry,
But only making out
Nameless constellations.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 5:46 PM UTC
Your eyes were
Fixed on the page;
My eyes were
Lost in the night sky.
But every now and then,
You would read my name,
The moon turned to your face
And we held the gaze,
The quickly looked away-
Wishing glances read
As easily as poetry,
But only making out
Nameless constellations.
