Onlookers

let's look at the stars tonight

and not wish for the quiet sunrises

as part-time lovers

maybe as explorers

standing on the verge of an iceberg

toppling over

tip-toes - frozen and numb

and a heart sunburnt

let's look at the stars tonight

and feign that we still do love

in corrected measured cups

of insolence and indolence

let us spill and slip upon our secrets

our misadventures

tracing the bloodline from the head to the toe

yours and mine and no more

Note:

This is the first draft of the poem that I wrote with eyes half-closed with sleep. It is incredible how I wait for days on end for inspiration to strike hard on my brain and it comes into action only when i'm crawling into my bed. Oh, well. 

Please do let me know what you think of it and what it made you think of and if anything does/does not make sense (it probably won't make much sense to me either, to be honest).

Thank you. :)