eclipsed by me

only he knows
that she’s made purely of mysterious magenta sparkles
and that to her
sunny warm days are good,
but only next to
dark and windy nights
most pleasant
for an inappropriate walk
or two
or three…
counting stops amounting,
numbers are useless,
it’s a fine evening
to never stop strolling
and tiptoeing
along the periphery of hand-holding
amongst the silvery stars

i want to feel you from the inside,
let me in. taken back through memories that lead
to feelings that lead to moments that
lead to you and why you are you, here.
words can’t really explain feelings, yet i constantly try to put together
little pieces of my brain to give to you like little packages,
gifts to savor forever… nothing comes of everything it seems.