Midnight

Tuning myself to you

Moonlit serenity on a cloud under stars — Photo by Shot by Cerqueira on Unsplash

For Tisha

Six minutes to another day and the moon hangs a pregnant belly, sighs heavy in her black corner. Six minutes and it all slows down and down and your words paint the air in front of me. This is the canvas I’ve been longing for. I am swimming in your eyes. Time means so little to the sky itself.