Wow. I did not mean to miss four posts. Sophomore year is heating up. I will post each separately with their prompt.
This is from February 11. Because it was close to Valentine's Day, we were prompted to write a love poem. However, (plot twist) it could not be about a person.

LOVE YOU TO THE MOON & BACK

Droplets of dusk
suffocate the last
elderly remains of day,
as they drip, drink, drug
the sun into a Novacaned stupor.

Once all is night,
she appears.
First shyly, peaking out
behind a dense curtain
of straining stars.
Then boldly, praising the
baby fires for beginning
to light her way.

She kisses the tender
clouds and they melt away
at her caress.
She sits up there,
on her thrown of atmosphere
and cries so softly,
I nearly miss it,
for all her loves
that have been taken back.

Love from Pullman,

The Blonde and The Bullshit