LGBTQ+ Poem: Sweet Whispers Under Starry Skies, by Alyssa Poole

The clusters of constellations fill the midnight sky, shockingly clear in your serene colored eyes.
I stare as you look up,
Soaking up the image of you.

The honey colored skin, turned darker in this absence of light,
The night above being the color of your eyes,
The bit of stomach peaking out from under your cropped shirt as you raise your hands to the empty
heavens,
The appearance of midnight you.

Oh,
Starlight, star bright.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Call upon you tonight,
I wish I may, wish I might,
Be forever trapped in this scene of us.

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film. View all posts by poetryfest