the moon, my friend
soft landing
i will swan dive
and smile up
to a grinning sky
stippled cheeks
we are so full
of constellations
a moon
a compass
patient clock
humming lungs
exhale like i do
my laugh is wind
creasing west
tipping ships
i stumble on ice
find perfect balance
i kiss salt
the moon calls it sugar!
all my stars
so wide, the night!
we leap light
scrape silver sky
cling stars by the handful
moon, these are my fingernails
like everything else, they hold me
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