Your starlight glitters against my darkness--
will you be the jewel that I wear
shining bright above my heart,
glimmering in my hair,
or shatter-frail upon my breast?
Will I hold you to me, Obi-Wan?
Or will I choose to to cast you away,
a silver trinket to play with and lose,
a mere toy in your beauty?
All that glitters, they tell me, is not gold.
But once, I believe, I may seize you--
Your silversweet lips against mine
enough to erase all eternity--
once to kiss and love you
then to let you go.