Brown skin glowing under the pouring moonlight,
an inky waterfall of curly hair, she wears a dress
of roses and grasses.
She gazes at the night through pink glasses,
which keep sliding down an important nose.
The young man drinks in all her details,
even as his chest aches, craving for connection.
Still, he hesitates.
The moon sets alight the million scars dotting his skin;
and shame binds his feet.
The girl glimpses the boy who’s almost a man.
The honey sphere shows her his milky marks –
lovely and painful, to trace and kiss with lips and fingertips.
With gentle fierceness, she grabs his hand.
She beams, as white meets brown.