Crystal Remnants

Stood at your door

beneath an August moon;

full sphere like a crystal ball

after midnight,

smoking cigarettes

in the dark.

You crashed through

my horizons

before I knew you were there,

some witchery fascination

when two gazes meet,

chaos and anarchy

of a rebel love

settles into peace

when you’re close enough

to touch

and the remnants

of never-ending lust

is glitter sprinkled amidst

stars.