*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.*
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
*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.*
