The Moon Has Nothing To Say To Me Tonight

And neither would your 

fingertips when they graze 

the crease of my spine under 

your bed-sheets, vinyl, 

just like the carpet in the 

corridor next to your 

roommate's study in 

your new apartment

And the walls in your 

bedroom would have 

nothing to say to the 

squeaky mattress at 

midnight, a very timid 

girl and her philanderer, 

a tryst, a one-night stand, 

a quiet reminder that I will 

not find love here

And you would have 

nothing to say to me 

distant and unconcerned 

and lonely and precious 

like a moon flower you 

bloom brightly at dusk 

and are gone by the morning.

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your words haunt the elements... the glimmer of moonlight speaking over the very shadows that bring fleeting pleasures... lost in the depths of existence. There is a somber sweetness the sings through each line...

[Slug]

the symbolism you use shows me what you were seeing at that moment..
I wrote on a similar theme not too long ago but with a waaaaay different perspective haha
it's kinda cool how people can experience the same events and express them in completely different ways in their writings

[Ali Guerra]

ah yes i agree, thanks for reading :]