I like that we are lovers
I like how your pearl opal radiates
above me every night, swallowing me whole
as you swim in your black satin sky,
an impeccable speck among stars,
they applaud you with their twinkling eyes.

I like to sway with the tides you command
I like the way the frothy salt water shimmers
beneath your gaze as you follow me home,
gliding alongside the car since I was a kid
as if to plead, “don’t fall asleep just yet.
You'll wake up without me tomorrow.”

And I did not wake up with you that morning,
you were right and I should have known
the sun would burn my eyes once I opened the blinds,
piercing the air with a violence you've never known,
striking sizzling shining blistering heat beating down

I like that you are always there
even when no one can see
when you're new or blue
and when you dance about in hazy neon
that marks the bar I stumble out from 
just so I can say, "good night, my Moon,
I like that we are lovers."