you are mermaids in spain,
you are careful pirouettes.
you do a pessimistic dance
scantily clad in lace & starlight.
we staple ourselves to the moon
so we can glow like fireflies
and my shield of glitter slides off my body
into the soapy-sparkly bathwater.
here, we will close our eyes tonight
to chase midnight away
and dream magical serenities:
touching harpseals.
the jealous sun announces morning (with a yellow smile)
and we brush the sleep from eachother's faces.
tiny, cut-glass droplets scatter miniature rainbows across the marble
the sky-light ceiling blesses us
with the sweet hello of color.
my love, you are fragile wings
you are fragrant petals
you are my starlily.
you don't laugh when i paint my fingernails to match my old prom dress,
when i paste glitter moons to my walls.
trust, and we shall float past rows and rows and rows and rows and rows of daisies.
we shall glimmer with radiant iridescent flashes.
you are prima donna ballerina
you are oceans of mystery
you are mermaids in spain.
*no place like home*
.fairy tales.
