he’s a beautiful boy with eyelashes dripping stardust on the cut of his cheeks, his lips look carmine in the pale moonlight, like blood dripping into milk and Selene watches, mesmerized, how his chest heaves and sinks with every breath he takes. she’s a daring girl, brave and unbending when she climbs through the window right into his room to watch his sleep through her camera lense, 35mm caught in a single glimpse, dust settling on the bony outlines of his body. wind rustles the curtains up, high enough to tickle the soft flesh of her calves, the air stuffed with memories and the summer smell of the earth right after the rain. the taste off thunder in his sweat shakes the bones in her body alive but when she reaches out to trace moondust on his hipbones, her heart wonders if he understands what it means to be human. if he’s lonely, like her