when your eyes are once

when your eyes are once, 

they break into their own moons,

to dip your tired undoing light into every bit, 

to slowly tide them over, 

to earn love as final pact, death as broaden daylight, 

never thinking every ocean is too little ocean.

finally, when the earth turns

into her own shades of smelted blue,

when grass is greener and heart 

old yet vibrant,

we would think of times

where gods of day had sunk into us both

and our bodies perch the chalice of capital

blooming with and without soul

tilting, we would flutter eyes close, 

in faint yellow algae light

holding each other unknowingly