nightlove

by j. lee akin

the moon has been chasing her ever since she recognized 

the face of divinity reflected on the window of her car

seeing the echo of sanctity among the surface of the sky

dark and deep, she laid to rest flourishing under its gleam

now, the moon washes her skin in stars and mutters to her 

the secrets of twilight, passing as a flicker behind her eyelids

on her hips silver handprints, tightening with an exposed breath

she basks in the blossom of night, never longing for morning

she might do something stupid 

the way only lovers do

J. Lee Akin is an emerging lesbian writer in love with the dark and surreal. Born and raised in Istanbul, she reads and writes fantasy and science fiction. Find her on Twitter @jleeakin.