Lunar Love Poem
By Parker Snellgrove
As crescent waxes to half
I send a postcard your way:
Hello from beautiful my bed,
Wishing you were here
As half waxes to full
I reach across the empty space
Before me, hoping you’ll appear
Right beneath my hand
As full wanes to half
You’re there in the dark beside me,
Turning the night warm and soft
As half wanes to crescent
I try to impress my teeth
Upon the curve of your shoulder
And pray you turn into something
That stays with me forever
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