i think my heart might be the moon
i feel how bright it shines
this ***** is rarely present
orbiting in space
circling the globe
rocky
weightless
shifting tones from orange to silver to yellow
feared and loved
waxing and waning over time
black when full of jealousy
crescent when i spot a glimmer of hope
full when experiencing pure bliss
and reborn every month
to go through the cycle again