Scarves Rings and Lipstick

A Voice After Midnight

The moon whispers to me
A voice after midnight
Sometime around 2am
Most times I try to sleep before then
Before the moon regales tales of back then
Way back when my smile was as honest as a virgin boy
And my laugh genuine like Italian leather
A hug warm enough to weather any storm
A mind that could love everything and everyone
Every shape and form
A heart that believed in forever

The moon
She drives me to look the mirror
See past eyes that have been lied to
Beneath lips that have been poisoned
Under the brown skin akin to his
Revealing a hollow shell where a goddess sleeps
Usually she fills the void
Boisterous as wind past a cave
Sometimes we trade our innermost secrets
Any onlooker would think its a game
We complete puzzles of the universe
A ritual so sacred it keeps me sane
I understand she is all I am looking for and more

But some nights she weeps without tears
For she is bankrupt of love and promises are void
She is annoyed by confrontation and mental stimulation from any other than me
She has reached a point where disappointment is nothing but a thorn at her side
Nonetheless she is a goddess I will always have by my side
And under the moonlight we will be alone together
Arms stretched wide drawing angels in the sand
Angels we understand we could never be

~Title inspired by the greatest soul wrenching collective I've come across thus far