Mirror Me a Moon

Ask her to hold back those tides,
allow me a little slumber,
a little folding
of the hands,
a wane
from these skies.

She’s borrowing light again,
and so am I, steadfast
and longing.
A tiny slice
of lemon
in black tea, unsweet.

She’s leaving footprints on her
darker side – hers,
mine. We’ve been
going somewhere
for a long
long time, and perhaps

We’ll arrive. If we untie these
moonlit tresses, shed
our dresses of midnight
skin, and start murmur-
minding our own
small shine.

 

..
Day 23 for Grace’s 28 Days of Self Love. 

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6 Responses to Mirror Me a Moon

  1. Great write! I like how you anthropomorphize the moon!

  2. kaykuala h says:

    If we untie these moonlit tresses, shed
    our dresses of midnight skin….

    There has to be a trade-off in order to wrap up things. True in most instances

    Hank

  3. lifelessons says:

    Another lovely one…

  4. Sherry Marr says:

    Gorgeous, that minding of one’s own small shine.

  5. Rose says:

    Wow. I’m without words. 😀

  6. Love everything about this poem, including its title. So soothing to think that we all have our own small shine.

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