Skylight

Your face has moon in its glow,
and I know you are dreaming
by the way your eyes are wide
and focused on some unseen star.

Your breath is like disaster,
but your lips tell me to stay.
I taste shooting stars in them,
and with the way you keep
them under your teeth,
I know you like the taste too.

You are Father Night sky
and your untold daydream thoughts
are the answers we were looking for.
When people ask what life means,
I tell them to look for the moon.


©Jordyn Rhorer 2009