i swim through the dark, alone.
the street lamps blossom to sip the
cool, blue glow. memories forget they
are memories because the stars
blink just like they did that evening in april.
the moon dangles its cold lure. lips crash
into lips. hands fold into hands.
once the sun cracks through this ink-black
shell, then i’ll know. however, until
the dusk dies, i don’t have to. until the
birds wake, i don’t need to. if this terrible
night continues to haunt me, the whispers
of you and i can still turn my head.
tonight, there are constellations left
unnamed, so it doesn’t need to be real.
i’m not asking you to love me; i’m begging
you to make a fool of me. take my body
and crush it with yours. what are ﬁngers
for, if not necks and triggers? you
already told me that this will shatter
everything, so now all that’s left is for
you to show me. come, let’s collide. we
can be shooting stars—dying and beautiful.
there will be no one to witness us, no
wishes to grant. what are nights for,
if not desire and disappointment?
Kevin Song is a freshman at the University of Minnesota – Twin Cities. He only recently started writing poetry and it has become a powerful outlet. In his free time, he enjoys spending time outdoors, eating Asian food, and reading manga.