Your skin looks good in
moonlight,
phosphorescence bright
pale and god-like.  I could jump onto your
sound-waves that call me,
hitting eardrums in
clearly spoken
whispers, a noiseless clarity. I could
climb them, secretly
wrapping them
around wrists
pulling me
closer to join you
quietly,
as though never present.

As you call, I
fear to crash down on it all, deleting
this moment
made in madness under
dark stars that brought
this here.  Slowly, I leap into the sea
where I can always
touch you
through salt thickened water amongst
moon-shadows
laid delicately,
here,
in nobody’s place.

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