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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