The Late Moon
Saw you there, that night
when no one was noticing
not the satellite night
the perigree trick
frogs, toads, newts
spawned while you waxed
your light dim
against a silhouette of trees
your eyes like broken torches
my fingers itching
dermatitis torn
blood running down
our lips
don’t tell me it’s too late
that you’re too jaded now
your surface dark
with shadows
crater scars
pockmarks against the future
don’t pretend you’re the only
moon in the sky
lost in orbit
your features static with time
and duty
then come back
gleaming
just when I’ve almost become
human again
shapeshifted into
regularity
moonstruck.
evocative stuff!
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