I Might as Well be the Moon

I succumb to the sun and awake to a touch
From the fingers that tingle my mind each morning;
I revolve around words that I'm scared to accept,
Typed out neatly across a shimmering surface.
Heartbeats litter a field of bright fire,
Blooming alive without wither;
When the words have poured and dripped so sweet,
I let myself recede to sleep.

A quarter of the day is killed soft in my dreams,
Until I'm up to await yet again.
Unresolved rage is channeled out in a flood
That sweeps the undeserving in its tide;
I might as well be the moon sometimes.

I need to keep an eye on the cat.

Blood blooms swifter than a glistening blur,
Brought in the heat of unexpected returns;
Somehow my star can still float in a void,
Instead of expulsion, unnecessary nova.
My luck is disgustingly good.
The dove sings a song of some sickly-sweet dream
That flutters the strings of my soul, like wings.

I follow the crest of my wave to conclusion,
Till it can blandly balance out.
My dragon comes to rescue me from the sand before I sink,
And we circuit through the heavens in search of a sign
That suits his insatiate nature.
We alight on a cliff overlooking the sea
(From which I am sure to avert my eyes)
As he teases shy smiles into place on my lips
And shelters me in his shadow while I don the right dress.

On the outskirts of senses, I feel water lap the rock,
But I don't want departure so soon.
I want the fulfillment of every promise he utters,
To be shoved against a wall and pressed deep in the dark,
Uncoil and uncover my core.
Instead I'm content to procure a confession
Of something I thought of one day:
Even unconscious, I know who I am.

The time ticks out on a clock I can't click,
So mindful of midnight, I murder my moon.
It bleeds of eclipse and confusion
As I share some more kisses with the one man worth wishing
I could sacrifice selfhood to save.
Together tomorrow is the oath we take,
As I untie my umbrella
And spin away from our cliff.

I sink through the sky and the shivering sea,
Down so far that I ought to be drowned.
She reaches deep and helps me breathe,
And lets me cling for closure.
To trust is a trinket I rarely possess,
But it might be the thing that gets me out of this mess.

And I need to keep an eye on the cat.