Posted in Poetry

Pink Moon (Dreamers)


i fell asleep
before you woke

to hear me tell you
(what we would do
together)

or rather explain who is responsible
the walls shifting.

thought i felt the rough
night
surface
stretch us
slipping

down

down

down
to find us lying on the ground
where we planned to meet

the pick up
turned around
and around
and around
in the mystery
the answer

ferris wheel dreams
stronger than ever
this pink moon
this heated love for you.

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