Blue White Moonlight

Her heartbeat was blue, like ripples in the deep sea, like the midnight tide, gently tapping my eardrums. When the white moonlight falls, our shadows overlap on the wall to form a silent wave, and love is the blue that sinks to the bottom of the water - the color between breathing and suffocation, transparent and deep, making people willing to drown in it. Her pulse throbs in my palm, like a luminous fish swimming through a dream. I counted those blue beats, and suddenly I understood why Van Gogh used the entire starry sky as a metaphor for tenderness. It turns out that when two people get close enough, even the silence will be filled with a cobalt blue halo, like silk soaked by the moonlight, wrapping up all the unspoken whispers. When we kissed, all the blue in the world was broken between our lips and teeth.