clouds depart

Midsummer
A mug was glued together
Hands held,
sweat suctioning each other

You confessed, willingly
Trembling were the
cracks in my skin

Prevailed.

Unsure was I
Yet sure of
future regret
Why does my
realization come after?

Trembling were you
Were you?

Were you watching
As clouds departed
A thick blue neon
wraps the surface of
the moon

The cracks in skin
surround me
Glowing,
as the apple of my eye.

The hands of you
Alike the moon's surface
from the earth, glowing
beneath fabric,
Glowing in between
regret.