The ocean mirrors midnight sky,

barely brushing our toes.

I whisper words

I want to write beneath your skin,

my violent delight.

I lay by you on the moistened sand,

trace constellations on your back.

Each tiny little speck, each dot

fated to another.

I could have been your Psyche;

we could have defied destiny.

Please, forget the stars.

They are crooked points in a cracked sky.

But you won’t open your eyes.

The waves crash
and take you away.