the january moonlight is drowning me. light as white as bone and half as brittle, she stays a little. twenty-one stars in the sky, it's too early. you're awaiting a golden lover. both god and the mother she's watching you wander further and further. cheeks stung by the cold you wonder; is this it? the trees answer on her behalf. each whisper a reminder. you ought to be kinder, a body divine discarded. fragile capricorn. to break over and over. was it worth it? are you satisfied, i made constellations in your eyes but that wasn't enough. a lover made of gold. they'll fix you, stroke your hair and kiss, kiss your cheeks harder than the wind. is it possible for too many roses to grow on your skin? the loveliest marks. be patient, these stars will fall down and bring you your sparks. keep following the path. twenty-one will turn to twenty-two, that's the one thing the moon can promise you.