You saw me dance in the lake, down moon from the sky. The glow on my hair, light in my eyes, fire in my hips. Wet, by the shore, you took my hand. The kiss, soft—me in your eyes, your lips on my lips, your hand in my hair, the sky in my eyes. I saw the moon in your hand, the world in your eyes. I felt the sky in your kiss, the dance of your lips on my lips, the sky and moon in reach. The night was deep, deep as your kiss, the star dance from my eyes to your eyes. The world was there but gone; the wind in a dance on my skin, in my hair. The moon lit your face, your eyes. My eyes, the wet glow of the moon on fire in my kiss, the dance of your hips on my hips, the world on fire in your kiss, the lake of your hips, the dance of the moon. The lake in me on your lips, the glow of the light down deep in your eyes, your kiss. The soft fire of the wind, the wet glow of the lake, the deep night of your eyes, the sky of the world.
I will go anywhere with you.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.