This Starry Night By Alyssa Abell
Lights shine on the pond like fire, alive and
ever changing with the ebb and the flow.
Unexplained currents drag the water
never getting anywhere, couples stroll,
captured by the affair, the lusty stares,
epic romance betwixt the stars and pond.
Sky, always spinning, never still, unlike
ponds, stagnant water sits
like dusty lust-letters in Gran's attic.
Trapped in infinite longing,
staring eternally, unwavering.
Shining tears caught in the starry-eyed sky.
Pond reflecting sparks of a fantasy.
Cities stare lured, ensnared, possessed, obsessed.
The texture of sky's ardor, pond's reverence,
submersion is palpable, delicate
ribbons of air, carry honeyed kisses.
The days, the nights are lost, floating
dreams, amorous to the taste, and tinged with
acrid defeat, tear streaked,
benevolent stars far beyond a desperate grasp.
This starry shore has seen
the rise and the fall. The ebb and the flow.
Naught but the stars and pond are constant,
influencing, watching what they never
can share, the sharp, bitter and sweetest things,
all they can share are heated stares.
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