the stars have not burnt my skin (poemoff 2)

the stars have not burnt my skin (poemoff 2)

whisper her your soul
in the soft wind of snowflakes
catching in eyelashes

i do not know your
memories of chest compressed
by days that are too long
and nights unremembered

the moon is dark
and yet i see
when i pull back my shade
the glistening white of
diamonds in the dust

The title of this poem comes from "YOU ARE A WARMRED SACK" by Zack.