Mood Ring

Blue moon, blue mood ring The perfect pair of jeans, no tattoos But she drew a face on everything Sometimes she'd draw wings on you Naked at the center of a pond At midnight in The Bronx Screaming "Hunter boy come on The water's warm, be cool" She pierced my ears in the green light With ladybugs in flight Silence spoke in white lies Broken by our rite of truth I dreamt we woke in flames That night she dreamt the same The fire burned our bed Our bodies left woven and unscathed Waking slowly with the bells Our secrets told themselves Making echoes in the well We nearly fell into Kissing only with our eyelids Butterflies entwining Laid down in a field of dead lilies Felt our lives begin again