Hokuleʻa

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you made the moon feel afraid it was traducement of your luminous face
as your hair danced between the trade winds to the music we played
you were an aura, stardust poured down from a cumulus space
indentured to human edges – trapped against the lunar embrace
sunlight was peer pressure, truth that ruined the illusions we made
the night rumored a future – the day dug up a past to exhume and retrace
pugilistic with fate. the sweet science of the spirit, balled fists to the heavens
undressed defiance. your body’s temple felt like it was melted in existing dimensions
we were immortal for a night, our youth the air of our dreams
as petals pooled in the moonlight of the plumeria tree
I dared to believe. star-crossed passion that we discovered -
for love and dreams only exist because we need each other