STURGEON MOON

 I kept throwing rude, sharp knives at you

with the cutting edge of my tongue.

Why do you rain fine blossoms of praise upon me?

The distance between us, like ocean and sky,

yet our souls are entwined.

You say you’re madly in love with me,

but this love seems forbidden,

a secret garden hidden from the world.

We don’t want to repeat Eve’s mistake,

to taste the fruit and bear the blame of humankind.

Your words, sweet as honey,

mingle with the salt of my tears,

each drop a whisper of what could be,

a dance of shadows and light.

Under the watchful moon,

we share stolen starlit moments,

each kiss a comet streaking across our skies.

The galaxy holds its breath,

as our love ignites the night.