Serena When I saw you
You were a pale violet sky
Bare hallowed wings
You became someone
I could touch
But not recognize
Fallen ashes
Flowers wilted
A bruise wiped off your neck
Oh darling
Brush me like butterflies do
Softly hold me
In your heartbeat
Because we are only seventeen
And the night is still young
Wrap me in gossamer threads
Our hands weaving lace
And morning yellow
Is our imagination
