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Starstruck

  • Jul 27, 2023
  • 1 min read

I peered through the hair that teased my persistant gaze.

It begged me to brush it away

As I stared up at the impossibly dark, empty sky

Illuminated by the wrong kind of light.

Even the waves that hissed at my feet

Felt my disappointment

And sprinkled constellations of sand on my toes in condolence,

But I couldn't hear their apologies over the muffled sounds

Of sweat glistening in the neon light And drinks seeping into the shore.

So my star-covered legs drunkenly stumbled away

And towards instead a sea of youth

Splashed with laughter and the smell of a tequila sunrise.


And from across this choppy water:

You.

The waves seemed to calm and the world slow. How can your eyes hold all the stars I had longed to see?

...Is the thump in my chest from the bass or just me?

You winked

With a laughably mischevious smile and a hand on your heart.

Please put your hand on mine

Because you have left me more starstruck

Than the great expanse of the night sky.





 
 
 

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