~After Lana Del Rey
I am lying under waning moon
With the world cupped between my shoulder blades and
Sun balanced on my breasts.
I have my pink nightgown on tonight
The one that smells of crushed rose and vintage dreams
My skin merges with this cloth
I am pure music
Reverberating through silver wine cup.
I want the dark to see my legs
Trail his fingers across my skin
Write dreams I will remember in ebony ink.
I feel it swell and break
Music orchestrated in the star-studded sky
Meteor shower
Spills down my ribs like water that vibrates with
Summertime sadness.