~ Coiled ~
We sing a similar song
beneath the moon sphere
lonesome with lonely beasts
who mourn in the shades,
the emotional shades of night.
Though you may be
under the sun (for now),
lilacs and luster; warm
with petals in your hair
and absent to the static laughter
in her rose garden -
and moony as me
while I waver near
a flame
too low lit for one.
