My Moon

My Moon

Flickering after sunset. 

After my rain. 

Tired, soaked and wet.

Dimming in wane. 

Waited for days and days

as she emerged.

Sending me in haze.

My heart surged.

“Still waiting for me?”

she asked.

“Where would I be?”

“Hoping it’s the bed”

Giggling at my joke,

listing to me,

hearing my stutter, my talk.

Waiting for her to see.

Waning, waxing, again and again,

breaking my heart,

sending my mind insane.

Waiting for her to start.

To grip, to twist, to hold

me in her hands so soon

to love, to play, to mold.

Can’t help it. She is my Moon.

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