Jun 1, 2012


Our feet collapse in moon phases
short and vast
stepping stones that press against us
a full glow, mundane evenings

our lips howl at the red orange
saint or sinner
eclipsing the twilight
we choose to love somehow

our ears reverberate yesterday's music
cheerful and gloomy
the moon speaks to our souls
range not the tone of Selene

we choose to love somehow
like the hairs on our head
mingling--  falling out
biting and licking our wounds as animals

our arms are restless legs in need of___
I give you a kiss; you give me a hug
the moon is forever changing
and so we rearrange ourselves to fit the mood

somehow we choose to love...


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