The cold midnight wind was no match
For the glass in the palms of our hands
That reflected the moon and would-be stars
If not for our light-tainted land.
Raising hot papers for one sweet kiss
And a deep breath worthy of drowning
As I broke the sea-surface of my dulling life
And my deep, blue world as I knew it.
The flames crawled down my throat like ants
Burning out a hollow path
Lungs subject to fiery mind-wrath
As I tried to sort out my heart.
Leaving lightness of our hearts to take over —
Not over, never over when earth spins round
Round my spinning, fluttering head
All this time you stayed in bed
And in the night my eyes grew brighter
Like the stars that still refused to show
Though they colored my under-life sea.
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