FIRST ACT : PIECE THREE
wing-clipped boy & his moondrip kissed cheeks, tongue slick of the cosmos' heavenly milk and eyes that glint glassy, winter night skies. ( you dare say this boy is not a god? ) lungs lined with saturn's divine rings, split soft-boy lips spill blueberry blood that stain the midnight mischief back alleys and torn skin lining cracked, cigarette strewn asphalts.
and this drifting boy was met with the embodiment of the sun, she displayed the idea of milk & honey ( for she was a concept that portrayed a dream, yet living a lie ). a new city of epiphanies, yet to him: she was ancient ruins to be admired from afar, or hard kisses to starlight glazed collarbones & faraway moon-motels where cherry soda lips whisper their darkest secrets. forever in an unknown state of mind only he could truly witness. cause although the sun is loved by many,
( it's the moon that knows
of all your secrets. )
