Desired

By a wish,

Loved by the,

Stars,

Burnt like the sun,

Glared as the glass,

Played like a king,

Flew like birds,

Freedom to my hands,

Freedom to my words,

Darkness in my arms,

Swords on the tongue,

Foolishly,

I define my words,

pictured in the sunglasses,

smile is on her cheeks,

Maybe in the blur,

In the December weeks,

She was falling short of words,

Maybe she is living evening,

Evening to her Paris,

evening to Greece,

She’s a good laugh yet she’s quirky,

She’s the moon,

She’s the sun,

She’s you,

She’s me.