s u n / r a i n / m o o n
i think
you are my earth
all wrapped up in one body.
or maybe, you are
destruction
all wrapped up in
flowers.
i know
not to trust you.
under all your persuasive lies,
i know.
but you are the
sun
and i am your
flower
aching to twist&turn any direction
that brings my petals closer to your warmth.
once touched by your delicate sunshine,
my skin births freckles —
the intricate pattern of a twisted love
that has been for centuries.
- sitting on her throne, the universe laughs as our fate unfolds
again&again&again&again
i shouldn’t
stare at the thunder,
yearning for a rainbow that never arrives.
but with squinting eyes and a tired smile,
i long for the faintest color
until my heart finds even itself
drowning.
because you are the
rain
and i am your
blade of grass
desperate to be covered by soft droplets —
the gentle morning dew.
it doesn’t matter that the sheet of ice
suffocates me.
my heart is used to the downpour
that falls a thousand years worth
all in one moment.
- the universe smiles. always a rush to watch the tumult unravel
always a rush to watch the rain pour
i think
my body is not meant
to be yours.
these valleys that your hands dip into
these oceans that bring wonder to your eyes
are not yours.
but you are the
moon
and i am your
wave
longing to feel your light pull
floats across my skin in whispers of moonlight.
always caught unprepared when the moon becomes
greedy
and the wave crashes
this way
that way
trying to keep up
trying to find the loving moon that once was.
but all love is long forgotten now
and my cracking fingers are trying to cover my ears to drown out the sound of these uncontrollable waves because i hope the moon will be gentle once again i hope my kisses can stop,
even just for a second,
the sun from burning my body
the rain from bruising my mind
the moon from eclipsing my heart
but you’re not stopping because i’m not enough and soon —
all is quiet.
the heart of the universe fills with glee, eager to make sure that it’s true.
& it is.
the flower is
lost
the grass is
dead
the wave is
still
- that was a good one, the universe declares.
what shall the next version be?