lo(o)sing the moon

..
she’s crum
-bling again, all waning
stardust and darkside drowning,
downing cloud cocktails like there’s

no tomorrow.
she’s losing her much
-ness, the suchness that makes her
whole, the hot mess that still somehow

soothes you.
she’s a whole sky of want
-ing, taunting us to follow far and
swim darkdeep, sleep tucked under this

indigo wrap.
she’ll trap us in her fading
skin, begin to hold us, cracked and
spilled and half-crazy in the way we shine.

..
NovPAD, day 27. 

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