To Spoon The Moon

I make smiles from shattered eyes

cry December's distracting frost

move my soul with hopeful sighs

and pray our devotion is not lost

 

It is the eve of renewal's glee

gave sad promises to spoon the moon

but in the haste of glass we freeze

pose with strangers who fill our room

 

sweat bemoans my reaching hand

your eyes are vacant with his lust

he bids the hours by your command

we smoke our feelings into dust

 

this boy is weak yet worships you

opens darkest gates to breed

now enter light that stirs, confused

my tears to scream still go unseen

 

i am a wish of hearts refused,

the sound of fallen poetry...

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Heart breaking right up to the end, then truly shattering.
Beautifully written. Such sorrow in your words...

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for reviewing... much appreciated.

[Frieda P]

First off, I love the title...who doesn't love spooning, and the Moon, what a concept! Lots of despair and utter disappointment in this piece.

'your eyes vacant with lust' !!!

Love all of it, but especially the ending. OMG...'the sound of fallen poetry'...that's genius!

[Butch Decatoria]

thank you, you light me up... thanks

[Frieda P]

Awe, sweet! My pleasure, I really enjoyed this.