Moon Where Our Hearts Both Met

Meld and melt upon this stoop...

This moon is where our hearts both met!...

And now, out-lined, this living truth...

That with you I am never left

with empty hands, and broken plans...

...I always have my shining star

that shimmers like a pond toad’s back...

My hungry habits thrust and crack,

but always balk at glory’s light...

...They wither into dust tonight.

I love and need, and love you more

beneath that moon where once before

we held our faces up so proud

that we had rose up from the ground,

and made some sense of sundry points...

...Drawing you close, all of my joints

become alive, and thus on fire

where wild gusts of wind expire

the day that is so barely here...

...But as for us, we will not veer

from what we know to be our end...

...Take me inside, I’ll compliment

that ache within your hungry heart.

©

8/8/19