Forbidden Love

I gaze up at the millions of stars above my pimple of a head, twinkling in the midnight sky. They remind me of my nightdress, sprinkled with silver embellishments. I’m seated on the edge of the crescent moon, swinging my pale legs back and forth as the cool summer breeze blows past the platinum strands falling in thin straight lines along my face. A certain demon occupies my mind, the mere thought of him makes me want to soar and fly but I remain there like a tiny wispy snowflake, a speck upon the speckled grey stone, waiting for his prompt arrival.

I imagine his tanned arms wrapped around my waist as we swing our legs below the crescent moon, intertwined in each other like poison ivy. He whispers in my ear, tantalizing fantasies, how he yearns to be my undoing while I seek to unravel his coal heart. He hesitates when I phrase my wishes out loud, looking down with empty eyes, he looks hopeless, like he’s given up on himself. There’s no way out of this dilemma for him. He’s born demon kind. And I am born angel kind. We are two worlds apart yet there’s no love like ours. Dark, tragic, forbidden.