Full Moon and Postcards
I kissed the full moon, left to determine the outcome of this postcard romance.
I'm left wondering - would it make an acute difference, the minute disturbance against this that has caused my earth to turn?
I could make your waves dance,
and the stars would shoot amorous-pathetic love through your heart
and make you feel pearl-white under pressure -
of all this beauty that is created.
The tide in my moon is overtaking the brittle pieces of myself,
washing over me, oh, the bits of dust and coffee-stained cups' sadness,
the empty papers left blank for your pictures to be drawn.
I'll kiss you on twilight, and hope for your sunrise.
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