harvest moon

complete selfishness

Me,

I was the one to sedate the moon.

Pulled her down

To my room,

Drew her face so close to mine

To un-tan the swirling bacterial colours

Become translucent and find

I could walk around as others.

But if I knew

When she’d awake in her dark room

She would be swollen

And tender, easily ruptured like old balloon;

Torn like flesh of over-ripened orange

And shaded so strange…

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A nice poem. I enjoyed the read.

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~ precision is your forte... your pursuit of poetic excellence has led to an inspiring level of skill and intensity... this is unforgettable imagery, monsieur steve... exceptional work...