Sunday, February 21, 2016

Moon-cold, My Sweet

I must remind myself to hate
in portions and to love impetuously
only as much as the moment demands.
Surrendering to either destroys the self
or worse…

From my window, the moon ruminates
coldly on the sinfully muted city
and I on warmer days,
and how little they meant to you. 

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