"These days fantasies flourish and die like summer flies."
Your eyes were like beacons—
subverting the darkness of the night sky,
eclipsing the stars in their luminescence,
—beckoning me, drawing me closer
to the softness of your features;
despite the harsh line of your mouth,
I felt the warmth of your tender lips
as they brushed against mine,
chaste, yet brutally meteoric,
eclipsing the stars in their annihilation.