Non Est Mea Puella

Doves cry soft lullabies to the sunrise
And a girl with mismatched eyes
Fingertips interlocking, then letting go
A starling nests upon my ribs

Our lungs begin to synchronize
As your thighs match my wrist
But when I can't get you high
I don't exist
I am a cartoon roadrunner, heart beating out of my chest
And everyone knows it, but you

As you dance, you take flight
Moth wings hidden in exposed collarbones
Keep your clickbait models, those indifferent creatures
Mine is a little lovelier than any of yours could be
Though she is not minе

And never could be