• Cold metal pressed against the flesh
    So sensitive, so gentle, the stars kissed my head
    Push up the protector of my fragile mind

    “Dear Umbrella, will you be mine?”

    The night’s precious, precocious, nightlight
    From the sun as bright to the stem full of spite

    “Star, I was alone the entire evening.”

    Thrown from the blanket covering us
    Were teardrops of silver, gas, and dust particles
    All for my corrosive truths dripping with my blissful deceit