i feel the moonshine
reaching out to my veins,
veins made of stardust and universe-magic
oh the moon, the cheese-holed moon,
you are magicoh my sweet, silver-mist moon,
what a sweet child you are of this enormous black, star-speckled void
how you reach your little-moon-beams to the sun,
the planet of warmth and summerisn't that just,
true love?the sun and the moon
YOU ARE READING
Poppyseed
Poetry"Do you know how actually you are a flower? In the middle of its blooming?"