we meet on the moon
you a goldbeam broad with angel hair
you say i make you tear
you say i speak in haiku
i say by now you understand me well
our skylines do not touch or match
here i have the sun there you have cats
what i want to do is look out for you
wish we were baby friends so i could
have taken your hand in the cot and for
your entire life up to this moment
i would not let go
but would moonzap who regards you
any less than the blue eyed princess belle
i would give them hell
what does that make me to you, i muse,
in the now where we meet in space
what do we think we know, besides that
we ought to have met we ought to have met
longer than forever, further away than farthest ago
so i make do with you from the sky
jealousy lightly perched on both shoulders
looking back,
but only true love in my mouth
now i am not cousin, sister, colleague
whereas we should have been best friends
wiping tears of pain and pleasure from each other
you are my forever far flung friend
not often at all
that
makes
me
rather sad
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oceanswing
Poetryi know who i am. and i know who i do not want to be. i am easy in my own skin even while i struggle. i am anything but perfect, but that is okay. and i love the ocean. many of these have something to do with that. i also love people who live there...
