The Moon Won’t Tell


The moon won’t tell.

It does not hear my pleas.

You’re not to be found.

I’m down on my knees.

I’ve risked and plotted

For eyes that look like yours.

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My Muse


 

You are the well from which I drink.

Each breath with you is retched and welcoming.

Your presence can cleanse or stain this heart.

You are a curse, yet I must have you.

I need you, though I despise you.

My nourishment is gone.

You feed this soul with your beauty, your horror and pain.

Have you abandoned me?