Midnight moon, she
used to come
with such exuberance
as if it were the start of the day
or at least
an adventure
that we could write off
together
as stories to the midnight sky.
And then
so quickly
too quickly
the midnight moon hailed
a darkness of night
new
like a succubus
preaching familiar words
with an unfamiliar hate
ready to absolve you
of your daily sins
if only you give in to the temptation
of vodka-soaked venom
that she promises
the sun
will sanitize.
And the sun, he
never does.
He just
basks you in last night's
mistakes, keeps them
warm and cozy for your reveries
and casts his heat
as a reminder
you cannot escape
the moon, for her light source
is the sun
and midnight comes
inevitably.