You pull the sky over the stars like it's laced with mercury, and when the moon sings her lullaby, your footsteps echo through our home like ocean waves.
I draw apologies in your tea, and you fold gratitude in into the duvet while the sun still sleeps. Moonlight shines the most brightly on the floor.
Whispers of lavender grow in my lungs. I hope they will bloom one day.
next is beltenebra :)