the moon, alone, made for you that night

the moon, alone, made for you that night

A Poem by highonwords

i'm turning golden-brown underneath,
the air brims of smoke and fire,
my eyes tuck themselves away, this image
asleep in a corner of a half-lit room,
vaporizing what's visible of darkness,
there, in the fringes of a diluted moon,
the pencil-dark jaw-lined trees, nothing
but the marriage of broken hearts,
pulled together by a lifeline of hurting,
of eating the cold soup and the marrow,
still fresh than the carcasses of ghosts
this body is about to die; the knees
broken to kneel down the yellowing years,
that was everything of love you left me,
when the last candle snuffed to conclusion,
the last flower laid, the crowd disappeared,
i hung there like rain in the making,
how you permeated most of my life,
now gone with you in the moods and rhythms
of wild imperfections,the idyllic consummation
of my body, of your body, in yours, in mine

© 2017 highonwords

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Added on November 1, 2017
Last Updated on November 1, 2017



NOTE: Formerly my pen-name on this site is letterhead, but since i also have an account on DeviantArt, with a different pen-name, which is highonwords (stephanie) - i am going to use highonwords here .. more..