I'm envious of the sun, she gets to kiss her love every night and fall asleep on his curves.
The mountains accept her and all her hues, and
Caress the colors as she falls away peacefully.
The sky is warm with life even as she
mumbles through the clouds, and
I watch hoping you are watching too,
Hoping you're wishing too. She is at rest,
And stars begin to dot across the sky, as many appearing as their love is deep.
A promise is whispered and carried though the
wind, yearning to reach the sleeping sun as she
lays and dreams. She feels it in her soul as I do;
she feels the soft kisses land on her skin as I do.
Hidden behind her mountains, her fire blazes out as starlit kisses and moon take her place.
They are her dreams,
soft and bright against the dark sky,
illuminating slow details of nightlife.
An arm stretching like the rock reaches over me, and I am safe watching the sunset.
Kisses like stars against the midnight fabric above are spread over my shoulders,
Neck, and back.
I am the sun, loud and bright,
a single entity in his sky.
He is the mountains, strong and protective, and kind. He places kisses that
illuminate my night-like soul like the faded
light from the moon and stars.
There is love in me for this boy, as much love as there is painted in the sky each night.
