The sun melted like hot wax over the ocean

and the beautiful peach and pink glow that blended together over the horizon

reminded me of a satisfying orgasm shared between two lovers at the end of a long night of slow and passionate sex

The birds dove for their preys

and the waves, with each break, danced like an elegant but ferocious ballerina

for no one except the three individuals sitting up at the first hill of sand in front of that hypnotizing sea,

who happened to somehow have stumbled upon a scenery reserved just for them,

The little adventurers

who traveled all the way from that first grain of sand on the steps of the beach house made of wood and magic,

now filled with laughter and love

The sun melted away the day

but the night brought with it neon rain, techno ninjas,

and a sky with so many stars I could no longer keep count.

Either way, I didn’t need to know just many many stars filled the sky

but only that they were there, cold and bright, shining down on me,

perhaps counting the humans down on Earth

If it was cold, only my little toes felt it

Inside me, there were a million fluttering butterflies

and the same blend of pink and peach blush earlier painted across the sky

now shot accross my heart like a million falling stars.

Any Night

She sat alone in her bedroom and  watched the wind craddle the french windows slowly, left and right. The sky on this particular night wasn’t anything special; The pollution in the city had all but hidden two stars that seemed to inch closer together during the length of the night. She smiled at the thought, thinking that on nights like this, even remote incandescent bodies needed company. She thought of the fairy tales she had been told, in particular the one about Peter Pan, the boy who came and took a young girl away to Never Land. Until tonight, she never quite understood the appeal of being taken away by a boy only to be returned some time later to the same bedroom, the same family, the same town…

But as she looked at the only two stars in the sky, she wished the story was real and that Peter Pan would just suddenly fly into her bedroom, straight through those french windows, grab her by the hand and fly her away. Fly her to Never Land, to Forever Land, to whatever land he wanted, so long as it wasn’t this land.  She closed her eyes and imagined the weight of someone else’s hands holding her back from the dark city below. She pictured a sky covered in stars once Peter flew them past the clouds of pollution.  She wanted to feel the freedom in flying, the air between every single hair of hers, and the coming undone of all her ribbons and proper manners.

Peter Pan would understand, she thought, the desire to escape to a land where you don’t have to think or act like an adult, and where the scariest thing you might ever have to face is an old loony man with a mild case of anthrophobia. She’d take the old man over facing loneliness any day. In fact, any night.