She's decidedly in love with the morning moon
And she decided today would be good before noon

I hope you sleep
In a dreamless state
And wake to find you forgot my face.

I hope you swim
In the clearest sea
That rinses you of my memory.

I hope you bask
In the summer rays
Free from my moonstruck craze.

So together
We are alone

And the stars freckle the night
As separate souls howl for the same light

The last reflection that I saw clearly
Came from the face you made
Right before walking away.
It wasn’t one of disgust
Or even of disdain.
It was as if you were exhausted.
Like you had given your all
For far too long.
I guess you were right
To walk away when you did.
No one can blame you for it
And especially not I.
You should have left sooner
Before you decided
To take my heart with you.

Love said, “Wake still and think of me,”
Sleep, “Close your eyes till break of day,”
But Dreams came by and smilingly
Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.

Romantically speaking,
I am not very romantic at all.

My spine curves and
sprouts forth a
humerus that holds
to a radius and an ulna
with metacarpal bones
dangling
downward
reaching for something to
anchor themselves to.

I am not very romantic at all,
it's just that my bones have flourished
curling around you.