when poet meets muse
their kisses are poetry;
The full moon peeped through partial clouds
desperately trying to get a look at the couple below
wanting to bask in their light as they bask in the moon’s light
for the moon is no fool and she knows true love when she sees it
in fleeting kisses
our breaths mingle
hands once held tightly
have lost their grasp
still our lives are entwined
our love is still true
just a shadow
of what once was
running madly into the forest
angry tears streaming down my face
i am repulsed but who i’ve let myself become
i scream “who am I?!”
raw vocal chords producing a sound unrecognizable
even to myself
the moon cast purple shadows over me
and i begin to hear it
a thousand voices chanting and singing
in languages older than time
softly at first them seemingly swelling around me, a symphony
and i feel the ache in my chest lessen
and i am soothed by the knowledge that they
still recognize me, that I am still me
and there is time yet to begin again
a fresh blanket of white
covers a multitude of sins, injustices and dirt
and though out of sight
they always win, cause what you can’t see still can hurt.
Poetry and Stories by Mark Tulin
Author River Dixon
poetry by nicolas ryan brown.
𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚒𝚐! 𝙻𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛!
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