The ocean mirrors midnight sky,
barely brushing our toes.
I whisper words
I want to write beneath your skin,
my violent delight.
I lay by you on the moistened sand,
trace constellations on your back.
Each tiny little speck, each dot
fated to another.
I could have been your Psyche;
we could have defied destiny.
Please, forget the stars.
They are crooked points in a cracked sky.
But you won’t open your eyes.
The waves crash
and take you away.