Blue Moon

you ask me if I am scared
with my ear pressed to your heartbeat past midnight
the pitch blackness wraps our eyelids shut, but
I can still hear the honey in your voice
and we tell each other secrets in the dark, like
what bruised you this year
and whose splinters are still in your thumbs

you say that you find your pulse slowing
that you aren't scared somehow
and for once, I say, me neither

it feels so good to be so held with my hands shaking,
to see stars in your eyes
even when mine start to tread water
you look at me sometimes like today is our first day
and our last day
like my face is a revelation

and we hush each other to sleep with the sound
of fingers sweeping across arms like moonlit tides
your breath bathing my hair and mine rolling down your skin
and I am nowhere else tonight