Alike, but not so much
We were standing in the borders between blue and violet
And neither wanted to cross
But sometimes in the dead of night when the moon was full,
When the gates were deadbolt locked, we'd seep through.
The cracks, the tiny holes, the corners.
Seldom was a drop, sometimes it'd be more, and often, we would bleed together.
A touch right here, a smudge right there, we were a mix of hues combined with one another.
But when orange and yellow starts erasing the night, and the ball of light appears in the sky,
We would look exactly the same as the day before.
But dawn would never know the happenings of dusk, she'd never know of the hunger we satiate.
Together.
The sky reflected what the stars could not define and which the moon did not understand.
Alike, but not so much
We were standing in the borders between blue and violet
And neither wanted to cross
But at night,
We did.
