Tuesday, January 26, 2010

under a moon 3 days short of full

I know it is the end of the chase--

how gleaming we all were when

we started out

only to hunt your trace through world after world

so in the coming lunar fullness I can say

I found you naked in the sky and in my bed

and we hardly gleam through the smudges of our tangles

now we stand facing each other

everything unsaid the content of our moment

Content (c) 2008-2010 Philip Milito.

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