for my Atticus Finch
G R A V I T A T I O N
I, the moon so obediently rotate around you
This awe, an emergence of spangled starts and broken arrows
Your anatomy, eyes as devious as midnight, feathery lines of healed wounds
Your orbit, a haze blinding the rituals of my being, I circulate a trail of ambitious catching ablaze
I stutter, searching for idioms that justify the perplexity in your eyes
The constellations, I sputter from over caffeinated nights do no justice
To your once sparingly glory
Our intervened hands eclipse, an enclosed parenthesis the mild vengeful storm approaching
Perfection indulged in my worship to you
Oh I the moon, a personified poet, an artist, a sculptor
My numbed fingertips shaded with vibrant hues blinding explosions of colour
Gratifying the lies your blue eyes and basic jawlines that left me and my thoughts so explicit .
I am the moon.
gravitating
circulating
around you
my withdrawals you assume them as the black holes of my nature
but really am falling for god's creature
oblivious you are, to my shadowed beauty
as your poised preacher
hear my sermon
after all the moon and Earth
are heavenly bound romantic literature
- m.
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