red and white, dark and light

A pale blossom blooms
Under a pink moon
Full and bright, baby-faced.

The scent lingers
Drifts on a slender wind
Made of petals and stars.

I chew the burning points of light.

The shadow of a rose
Somber and solemn and red like blood.
Hot like embers dying.

It pools and pours
Drowning the sheets
A honey thick and sweet.

I embrace the silky shades of night.

Here I rest
As a bridge, a ladder
The balanced difference between thin-veiled sides.
I buoy and sink
Swim blissfully among salt and stars
As dawn and dusk surrender to themselves.