Invisible

Invisible 

“Because I AM the moon.”

It was a bold statement,

winding my way through wheat.

Her hands are like mine.

Like mine!

And I cant remember what 

gravity is anymore,

or was

at least.

I can bite my lip

all I want,

but its hers

I want to taste.

Swimming without water,

breathing without air,

living without life;

unintentional sacrifices.

A play on words.

Real words!

And she is just a touch away,

but even that’s too far

for me.

Because I AM the moon!