i’m blaming it on the moon

when means and ways are upturned and true nature is obscured through the emerald mask I’m blaming it on the moon when two new lives rest in their languid tree tops once rocked by Natures fickle wind one ends and the other reprieved I’m blaming it on the moon when actions realize themselves — ———  footsteps and self reliance […]

with a thought she moves a strand of hair

with a thought she moves a strand of hair to move you she becomes a goddess biting her lip you think you want her but you don’t you really don’t she is Promethea to another man’s paint set she stands tall under his stars her home is there under his wild sky black and purple midnight […]