we are children in the dark,

 

only able to see by the light

 

of the reflections of our skin in the moonlight.

 

white like the stars,

 

white like satin or like

 

milk,

 

the drink our parents told us would

 

make us stronger,

 

but baby,

 

we are strong enough on our own.

 

strong enough to pretend to know what we are doing

 

in the dark,

 

we

 

are

 

the dark, consuming

 

each other

 

and calling it love.