the moon in my palms
i pray in your arms—
a wild symphony, muffled by light,
spraying its rays like a rising might.
too radiant to be mine,
too divine to be a sign.
wounds cut deep—
but i’d go deeper, just to keep
that soft innocence, scorched through,
a rolling burn known only to you.
i want to bathe in that light without the pain—
or maybe—
i want to burn again.
like an unforgiving sight to behold,
please, give me up for that unwavering gold.
my true blue—
haven’t i given enough to you?
haven’t i drowned too far through
twilight eyes that weep for the dark?
my day is too warm—
it reveals too much.
if i love the light,
i betray you.
i want to stand in the rain
without chasing the sun again.
i don’t want to be a savage,
making you victim to my ravage.