The moon doesn’t know
Of the thoughts I have about her
She stares at me from afar
With what could be love
I am guilty
The jury scorns me with the absence of a fair judge
The weight of my sentence pulls my hands off of you
Blood saturating your soft soft skin
Lips meeting bared teeth
Saccharine words a poison only
Distance can make abstain
Is this okay?
Your eyes on me and it’s dark
Mango sweet sensations
My lingering ghosts crawl
Away to give us some privacy
What if
just a moment, I can keep Him
Away for a night
Hiding beneath sheets
I’ve trained the air to carry me
Away but as long as your hands hold on
I can be yours tonight
A substitute to another tomorrow
But when we’re fast asleep
My dreams belong to the moon
My loathed, deprived lover
She writhes in my bloody hands
Before the sun can catch on
The moon will watch me go, mourning
She will be there to comfort you when I can’t
Lust will leave and in it’s wake there’s
A sickening aftertaste