Morning is rising
as you open the window in our loft,
to let the stars come to bed.
They've expended their energy,
so you lull them home with a low hum.
Teasing them, with an evening song,
like you did to me.
You feed the stars morsels
of last night's enthusiasm
that we had in abundance.
They swarm to the window,
like glittering birds.
Let them in, to rest,
and digest our offerings.
So that they will shine brightly
again this evening,
and drop ideas
down to the well-meaning
lovers for their own.
Your open robe is royalty
as it waves to the world below.
All the while you're nonchalantly
creating havoc for the traffic
on the hectic side of the glass,
that wants to share your world.
As if they couldn't stare.
As their feet confuse
throttle and brake,
blaming an image
in a passed by window.
It was glare,
only because they stared.
Back to bed then, lover,
to this shelter for our souls.
We'll kick those tired stars
to the floor
and they will glow beneath us
like red coals.
Let's burn our bodies
one more time
on this summer beach
made of linens.
Drown out the arguments
going on in the street
of who hit who.
They are confused
ever since your exposure
at the window.
They panicked
when all the stars fell,
shooting towards you.
Looked like end of the world perhaps,
but that's how our mornings begin.
What doesn't want to be with you?
The stars are shining
in their slumber now,
the tired pets of Heaven.
On the floor, with your robe,
with my lucky shirt
that I will never wear again.
We ignore this, as
our wardrobe slowly turns to embers,
edges at a time.
The stars consume
those mortal things.
Motivated by our scents,
that we left absorbed
in the fabric.
Their backs are smoldering red
as we feed them our
Our excess igniting everything
too close by.
The stars turn white
-hot in their jealousy.
Zealous and eager to escape
what they can't really have.
Let them go, they'll go sulk
into the sky
for tonight.
People on the street will marvel
at the incredible sight.
As we smile from our loft,
knowing the stars
are just the highlights.
A remake of our scenes.
Your hair, your earrings, your face
are a dream catcher.
I guess I fell towards you too.
But I have the fortune
to stay home with you.
Written by Styxian
Published | Edited 1st Jul 2022
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