Friday, April 13, 2018
The Moon
The Moon told me that he would shine
If I would lift my eyes.
They rose up liquid, pulled
as if they were the tide.
He held my gaze until the morn
when the lemon Sun stepped in.
Still I felt the lingering soft
of his silver on my skin.
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