In my thoughts

you mimic the phases of the moon—

the waning gibbous tonight only reminds me

that you are 68.4 percent away from disappearing —

You will be back again, though,

shining luminously into my darkness

and your beauty will hypnotize me as it always does—

(the striations in your eyes carry spells

of which I am much too susceptible to)

you will dictate my every emotion— just as

the moon dictates the tides in the ocean.