The moon flirts
with me in muted
winks through
a window shade.
Most hunger for
the sun’s heat,
but it’s the frosted
light of midnight
that warms me.
My silhouette dances
on the kitchen wall
to the music of
a distant wind chime.
In the silver blush
of secrets I don’t
face eyes that judge
or words that scar.
Draped in sapphire shadows
I hear words yet written,
feel dream chills on my skin,
and imagine tomorrow
threatening stars with sunrise.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC
The moon flirts
with me in muted
winks through
a window shade.
Most hunger for
the sun’s heat,
but it’s the frosted
light of midnight
that warms me.
My silhouette dances
on the kitchen wall
to the music of
a distant wind chime.
In the silver blush
of secrets I don’t
face eyes that judge
or words that scar.
Draped in sapphire shadows
I hear words yet written,
feel dream chills on my skin,
and imagine tomorrow
threatening stars with sunrise.
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