if the moon could love

I met a boy,

sweet as wine

then he grew

into the moon


“I'd swallow the sun”,

told him so

– fire it once

into his fire heart

yet for the life of me

I could not

find his eye

and bid him “goodnight,

sweet moon”


He became a lament

coursing through,



over my body –

His fingers stretch

to touch a flame


then he spoons me full

of stardust and lust

for i'm all dusk ‘til dawn

‘til i wonder

if he loves

The End

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