The Darkest Moon

Pieces of red dwarf stars
are your eyes, lit
bright with a sunset
that drops all else down to dusk.

So thus I rest my head
on the firmness of your chest,
to feel you breathe
and pull you into me
so I might become a star myself
making light
in the dark.

I am becoming living stone;
a mountain-movement,
a revelation of gold and iron
removing cracks from among the bones.

I am growing out to deeper water
where mysteries are
and all the world soon shall stare
and stand in speechless awe.

I am sinew, wrapped ’round soul,
soon to falter, bury, and live
full in life not my own.

Like the moon, coated in dirt
yet brilliant in the night,
reflecting light from the sun;
still bright after sunset
because it’s high enough
to see what I cannot.

Thus I rest myself in your arms
and lose all in your kiss
to feel you breathe
and pull me into you,
to become a brilliant thing
making light the darkness
while all the others sleep.