the moonlight sears the flesh you hide under
the moon is seething, her craters are caving in deeper and deeper, her dust is blowing away in silvery wisps
she's exposed!
frail as a child stranded in the silent dark matter
she calls for you in the echoing hours of the night
shining her light upon you as she wails her love sonnets to no one
so much love and ardour saved for the earthly boy you are
but you won't listen!
have you no heart?
you're burning for her but not from true love,
you are ignited by your antipathy
blistering with absolute animosity glimmering as sharp as the edge of a dagger in your hypnotizing eyes
she cannot see it though
she won't see it
the deep-seated delusion she lives in is her way of survival
any sort of lucidity that comes her way bounces right off, she is not suitable for any form of life. inhabiting her would simply lead to gouging one's eyeballs out with their bare fingers and gasping for one last bit of sweet air -
she leaves you wishing you had never met her.
she is not for everyone but the moon does not yearn for anyone but you..yet your nature inherently makes you repulsed by her luminescence
I am the moon and you are my repulsed lover wandering the forest at dusk.
