Melody

I met her in a sprawling field
illuminated by the stars
and the crescent moon
When she took my hand
clouds erupted
from the flowers
while the fireflies
spelled her name in every direction
When I kissed her
an army of angels
rose from the ground
and stitched shut our wounds
while maladies
became a distant dream
And when she backed away
her body radiated
a luscious gold
brighter than all the world's bombs
detonated at once
as the stars
and the crescent moon
faded away
in submission