i first fell in love with the plunging neckline of the sky
when i was six years old. she scooped the stars in her bosom,
the pearl curve of the moon was her smile.
when my mother asked me how i knew i was in love,
i told her because the sky breeds pure love and pure
hatred, have you ever come across something so beautifully
sinister? an angel built from demons, the day has all the answers
but truth be told i love the night just a little bit more. the darkness
has a way of asking all the right questions.