Half of your face was stolen by the night
The moon liked your eyes so much that she swallowed them whole
The stars liked your skin, the way it catches the light
So much that they stole it to use as a blanket
I liked your bottom lip so much that I whispered a soft lullaby to it in between your steady breaths
You aren't mine but the evening air is still jealous
I kiss you like you are monumental because you are
The night kisses you like you are monumental because she is inside your head.