He walked from the dark side of the moon, and saw the light.

His eyes shined, illuminated, sacred and bright.

From galaxy to galaxy he searched for a place to call home.

He hopped from crater to crater, knowing he would be forever alone.

Until one day a hand reached out, out of the darkness.

She asked him his name, and he simply replied “Moonwalker”

She laughed and wondered who would name their child such a silly name.

She wondered what he was in search of money? power? fame?

His eyes too innocent, and his gaze to pure.

His walk too shaky like an infant, and his laugh too immature.

She warned him warmly, “Its a cold world out there” she pointed to the sphere full of colors “Wrap yourself up like a cacoon”

He smiled and replied. “Good thing I live on the moon”.

She showed him fire, she showed him air, she showed him money.

He asked “Is that all that is there?”

“Is the earth not interesting?” she asked, turned, and stopped.

He smirked “Instead of visit, I would rather watch”

So when the moon is full, it draws closer to us, just pause and stop talking.

You might just hear the laugh and see the eyes of the moonwalker.

I sit and look in his eyes.
Its time to claim my prize.
And to my surprise,
Its right between his thighs.

I am the ultimate taboo subject.
They talk about me in hushed whispers.
Google me in the wee hours of the morning.
Hush my name when the elders appear.
Want me.
But can't handle me.
Get drunk from me with no alcohol.
Call me lust.

Forever eternal.
Forever nocturnal.
Sleepless nights while we fight.
I age while you effortlessly stay ripe.
Lips so tender and pink.
Marry me, father time.
Promise me eternity.
Promise me immortality.
Give me forever to love you.

I taste the moon on nights like this.
The smell of damp grass opens my memories flood gates.
Everything rushes in.
Every soft kiss.
Every rushed fight.
Every unkept argument.
Then the way the moon lit up our bedroom.
Our.
We always hated those words didn't we?
Now as the orange-ish glow sets in and
It grows quickly. I think of you.
Your scent.
Your fragrance.
Alluring and entrapping me.
In you, I taste the moon.

I turn my frown upside down.
I show a brilliant smile.
But you always see through it.
My anger and anguish shows through.
You allow me to just be.
That's enough, enough for me.

You can see Atlas in me.
The weight of the world on my shoulder.
Just as I am about to break, you catch me.
You hold me.
You save me.
That's enough, enough for we.

Hands grasp at buttons as
Tongues dance the tarantella.
You stop and stare and I see
Everything and every pressure
I've ever left for you to handle.
I intertwine my hands in yours and take you deep.
That's enough, enough for us.

I watched two bullets smash together and fall to the ground yesterday.
Right in front of my no longer innocent eyes.
They made passionate love right before me.
I sipped my tea slowly.
I was trapped in this war.

I stepped over the dead body.
Then found two more as I turned the corner silently.
They lay away from each other, but hands almost touching.
I ate my sandwich and smirked.
I had become use to this.

I watched as the pipe hit their lips.
I saw their hell-stricken bliss, their temporary escape.
They sat together, ******.
I laughed and walked on.
I wouldn't deal with this anymore.

I sat on the plane and stared at the city.
It was trapped within its own barriers and false realities.
But I couldn't be any longer.
Whereever I got off, I would start over.
And I wouldn't allow myself to be trapped.