Attraction
The moon
shatters into a storm
of transparent butterflies
that circle your soul,
they become your charisma, your charm.
Wearing black,
you become the lady of the moon
and I am under
the control of your pull,
butterflies singing like sirens,
Luring me towards you
with your walk,
with your smile,
with the gravity in your breath,
causing my waves of desire
to rise,
later in the night,
they’ll crash and wash over you.
Your light will glimmer
in my raging sea,
I will carry your shine
in my darkest waters,
but my depths
will always roll in blackness,
tempting your light
to try to flicker
to my unreachable undercurrents,
and that’s how the wild ocean
pulls the moon.
I got you.
The sun
turns into a flock
of fiery doves,
wings beat,
illumination.
They take shelter in the red branches
of your heart.
I sit under
that sacred tree
and fall to the spell
of their song
as they bring light
to the darkest crevice of my existence
which I thought
was only a dead end,
but a speck of your light has shown,
at that dead end,
the silhouette of two lovers huddled,
smoking cigarettes,
looking like two burning red stars,
they have our faces.
When I met you,
I thought you would be my world,
you became my universe.