Blue Moon, Black Heart
A poem about longing

A blue moon, A black heart. A mind like starbursts, A face like art.
A distant dreamscape, And abstract desire. The concept of future, Enclosed in wildfire.
To venture these oceans, To break through the screen. In what universe might we, Finally be seen?
A rose tinted lens, A translucent stare. If I unlock my ribcage —
— will you be there?






