northern downpour send your love

moon honey melting on stone tongues,

flooding throats like hoary, shattered lakes;

she’s scraping glass again, dilating in

frozen sunbeams like silken blossoms

and she’s baking prophecies at 3am

seasoning foreign tongues like sugar rain,

imploding yawns and my seasick lungs;

she tosses kisses into a smirking sun;

hey moon please forget to fall down;

paint our ashen sky with vanilla blush

and stain her pupils this nightfall