star tipping -
i become
easily drunk on
fairytale stars -
the north star is my
chosen partner, and i
focus on her as i
spin, my arms
tight around my
own waist.
lights from
man-made objects
ground me for
less than a second,
bring me back
to reality,
only to
shove me off my
feet and leave me
tingling, my
call with someone
farther than me
immediately disconnected.
every shade of
blue reflects in
your eyes as we
find ourselves
wrapped in sea pearls.
a hurricane stirs on
the caps of ocean waves,
brewing and building like the
agony that came
the moment you
slipped under the
surface.