I was going to write

I was going to tell you that

You are a light

But I was too displeased with

my life that day

to celebrate yours in my mind

on the way

It took me a while to catch up

to dispel the fear, to join the cheer

To find more love

in your coven of people

like you, like me

Discovered why you are like you, like me

like the she I never knew

who was part of me, part of you

Part of the hurt from you inflicted

on me and now you say “hurt me”

Sorry, too much love in me for you

to do the first thing you asked me to do

Yes, too much love in me for you

to refuse the last thing you asked me to do

“Bésame Mucho” plays under a canopy of trees & eyes

On a white night full of love & fights, full of beauty & vulgarity

full of peace & war, full of unity &

a score…to settle

On a white night where the only compass

is four hearts & an orange star

And the only direction is where we are

On a white night when only the truth hurts,

but not for people like you, like me

On a white night where

the only truth is freedom

& the only rule is be

where the only gift is a lesson

and the only price is free

where the only thing existing

is the salt from moonlit sea

that glistens come daybreak

on people like you, like me

*dedicated to my soul mate sibling