Moon Phasing
There they were, a massive moon phase, superimposed in the darkness against a huge, and heavy presence. Is love supposed to be all-consuming?
Once I looked up what moon was overhead when I was born. The early hours of a wintery morning, hovering behind those hallows eve clouds. It’s the closest to dark, a mere sliver, the ridge of a fingernail, on the far right side of that shining, sighing face. And there’s my body in that silver-white space, tucked up against the darkness, with just enough room for one. Do you see it too?
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