The Price of Starlight

 On this summer night, the sky called to me—
not softly, not politely,
but like the way a lover calls,
a pull I could not resist.

So I stepped out,
letting the stars blanket me—
bright, infinite,
as the air hummed with wings
and mosquitoes found my skin.

Still, I lingered.
Because love always costs something.
And what are a few stings,
compared to a sky
drenched in stars?

With Grace & Ink,

Mai