The moon is almost round again
dangling there, between seasons -
a pearl, bar-oque and overlooked
sitting pretty, outside of me
outside of you
in that devastating way that it does
on the edge of a long-narrow day
it bends me, riding the curves home
and i am held there
wearing the sky. its love-lines
and you.
©150808
p.s - Veronica, thank you for the inspire.
