same old, same old

the other night
I got the moon mad
for telling her tales
she thought impossible

she called me crazy
scolded me for being unreal
then hid behind the clouds

awake I welcomed dawn
my dream keeping me company

what else is new

~~~

For December prompts, ‘and as the moon exploded’.

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if she knows so much

I came this close
to shouting your name
at the moon
hoping she would scatter it
across surfaces of water
on the planet

then I thought
better of it—

see how long
it will take her
to find each letter
carved deep
in my bones

~~~

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in private

tell the moon to stop
playing with her light
on your face

it casts a certain shadow
that make me want to
devour your lips

sparking spectra of ideas
on what to do with them

when she’s not watching

~~~

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you’re it

on tiptoe
demanding a kiss
from last night’s crescent moon
in place of you

stars peep overhead
run around playing tag
with their reflections

billions of luminous points
only one
orchestrates my heart beat

~~~

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the healer

(a Brevette)

moon
c a r e s s e s
wounds

~~~

The Brevette, a three-word poem: subject, verb, object.

~~~

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betrayed

Words fail me tonight, just like promises once lined out nicely before me. They fall flat, dark and bare, too heavy to carry yet too thin to hold.

I see yours dancing with the moon, looking down on me, softly holding stars in space I wish was mine.

~~~

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nocturnal desire

Some nights the dream feels so close I could taste it on my tongue, while others make it look like the skies are nothing but shades of black.

In the darkness I’m feeling my way around your galaxy, each time stumbling upon your love scattered and hidden within foreign constellations.

When I grow up I want to be just like the moon— making love to the night when it is the most tender.

~~~

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hide-and-unsought

the stars were playing hide and seek
with moonbeam
a drop of light came off
fallen at daybreak’s feet

the shadows knew
the best place to hide
was in a shade of black

no one would look in there

no one would look
anywhere, at all

~~~

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