Moon Goddess

We keep in touch. You send me letters by blackbirds. I nail my responses to the tree outside. You always collect them, somehow, when you come around. My dove, my goddess.

The dead of night is when we make the most of our limited contact. A back and forth, a cycle of only we could make undying. Forever days, forever nights, until we become a part of the world itself. A phenomenon that they'll want to explain, but no one knows the secrets we share in the dark. And yet when you rest you weary head, I can still see your silhouette through the blinding lights. Like an angel, a hidden figure resting sweetly in the clouds. My angel, my goddess.

Only once do I come back, to visit those old roots. And you're there, as clear and bright and full as I remembered you to be. Like a lonesome wind, you sweep me off my feet. Your light graces me, beaming from your soft skin. You caress my face, ever moonstruck, and I caress your soft hair, the familiarity intoxicating. A nostalgia trip that sends me above the clouds with you, I am abducted by your very presence. My alien, my goddess.

And then your face, your smile extraordinary, your eyes surreal. Like a dream, but so real, so defined, as I drown in you. My moon, my goddess.

And as you set, we end up the same way as before. I nail you my letters to the old oak tree. You send me back your responses by blackbird, trapped beneath the roots and vines of our old home. My sleeping beauty, my moon, my goddess.

I wrote this for my long-distance girlfriend bc I met her in person last summer and I luv her sm <3