Faerie Dust Poem by Tsani Jones

I dare you.
Tell me the earth does not
Spin on an axis of our love.

When I gaze into your eyes
And softly trace your brow
With hungry fingertips,
Magic comes off in my weary hands.

You lie next to me in the dark,
So immaculate, so serene-
Yet in an evil dawn
Your faerie dust will fade.

The sun refuses to stop,
I beg her take leave
In Taipei, Haifa, Amsterdam,
Anywhere to keep me with you.

My heart swells a
Once empty chest till it cracks-
A body wet from night's caress
With the scent of your lavender request.

Tchaikovsky had a lover,
Monet, Van Gogh, and
Rembrandt, too.
But who are they to us?

Yet as my tongue
Turns dry from the
Delicious wet of your
Ghostly passionate kiss-

With sadness of today
Your beautiful longing face
Fades from the cupped palms
Of eternal loving hands.

I realize...

My lover is you.