Stars lock,
And like foreign levers, set things in motion.
Our hands intertwine.
We made something so honest together, son and daughter of a madcap world
with a striped bond bearing neither family name,
an illegitimate with arrogant entitlement—
Believing there is something right about the two of us, so right
That we may trample on oaths sealed with two bad bloodstreams under this midnight sun
Yes, there must be something special about us…
The moon is a bright bud lit aflame in the dark waters of the sky.
You are a painting in blues and blacks, shadows running up and down your body,
Selfishly holding you tightly.
But I want you all to myself.
Your India ink hair gets gently moved back, so I can see you clearly in this dark night.
Eyes meet, diving into pearls of black on either side.
I love you.
I just smile and kiss your neck, whispering
We're in love, so
Damn the rest…