~Midnight. Heaven is
bathing, the window open.
Just a kiss away.
—Jane Miller, "American Odalisque", The Gift of Tongues

He, the moon, and I
written March 2nd, 2021

My love and I
look up at our night skies
during this midnight time we share

our eyes looking at
the same stars
in our heavens so far apart

the moon baths us
in its gentle light
embracing both of us

I am envious of the moon
touching my love
when I can not

so I ask the moon
to kiss him for me
lovers are we
he, the moon, and I.

Slow walking
in the street
with the rain
singing my praise

not for my joy
nor my sadness
but only to prove
my existence

I waited for your call
But
That didn't happen

What I did cause that
I changed your mind


My excitement turned to disappointment
Disappointment to myself
For ruining that chance

Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.

My colours began to change
The more that I grew.
Eventually they all washed out
And I was left blue.