we go for a walk on an empty night.
i meet him under an oak tree.
the leaves are dying
under a golden light.
we sit on a cold brick wall.
he turns my worlds upside umop.
i try to guess what he'll say next
but i always get it wrong.
he twirls an orange in his hands.
the smooth skin bears
the imprint of his fingers.
in the dark, it looks like he plays with fire.
he walks me home.
the moon watches us closely,
a floating teardrop shining
in the starlight.
he kisses me like he is afraid i'll break.
his thumb pressed against my back.
somewhere a siren cries.
day threatens to invade the night.
alone i watch the sky
turn from black velvet to ballerina silk.
my skin, like the orange,
bears his imprint.
i know this boy
will blow my mind.
he'll light me up,
and leave before the last embers die.
