Halflight Poem by Essie Ops

Her warmth curdled my icy hold —
she's taken my breath away.

She's been choking my lungs with flowers,
the ones I keep seeing
dancing in her eyes.

Were they swaying like moonlit trees
trying to find the moon?
Or were they just secret stars,
waiting for night
to come and shine
and make some old wish come true?

She held my hand in hers,
and now she's taken the cold.
I'm left holding the starry sun,
waiting for leaves
to fall into my face
so I can go back to being winter again.

But she's always loved my bad side —
even though she's the light
in my gray-darkness,
where cloud-stars try to shine,
stretching out hands
that only reach so far.

She steps in,
breaks through the humid wisps of white,
takes my mask of black,
puts it on her eyes.

It blinds her.

And now I'm
blinded
by her