the street lights sprinkle stars in your eyes
and the moon outlines your shoulders, your hips, your legs.
in that moment i try to beat god and time and space
and nail your feet forever in that place.
cause it’s nice to know this love and to feel this ache.
the tears that won’t stop now needled on my face.
but i’m small and fragile and not anything of the divine.
so i’ll accept defeat, surrender to my fate
and wear my tears like a tattoo,
i hope you’ve still got yours too.
i’ll keep you pinned in the scrapbook of my mind.
come back to it when i look up at night
and gaze at constellations i recognize
from that time you were undoubtedly mine.