TO BE NOTICED



I will peel the moon

with translucent sighs

and offer a song with a bag

of my delicate wishes

he may not hear it

nor gather the notes between his belly.

if moonbeams were stairs,

I shall climb them

to sit,

on the bedrock

of his gaze.












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Jewel Anderson's picture

very intriuging.