Tonight I was the Moon
Drunk
On the color of cranberry
And high
On the scent of skin
The Moon has no feet
Yet mine stumbled
Over branches,
From the woods,
Onto pavement
And in the headlights
Of an oncoming Sun
As I was struck where I stood
I felt nothing but thankful
Because without the Sun
I am nothing
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Nox
PoetryMy moon and stars- I plucked you from my sky, and everything has been dark since.
