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"Under Moonlight"
by Jeph Johnson
She takes her cloth
and washes me
right from the book of life,
enchanting with
a fabrication
that does not coincide
with stubborn
fundamental truth
or rational insight.
She forges her
persona with
the hope of the divine
exposing my
mortality
by leaving hers behind.
She flaunts her
consummate perfection
and cuts me down to size
with just a
touch of purity
hidden in brown eyes
I could be crazy,
diagnosed insane
or traumatized.
But she's a craze
this lunatic
continues visualizing.
Zombie-like my
patterned folly
seems timidly contrived.
For the other night
without her I
was forced to fantasize
relying on
her memory
to accentuate I tried
but could not
even replicate
an ounce of her delight
She left a ton
of passion floating
heavy in the night
and buried my
heart underneath
what other's call moonlight
