Did you perchance
Glance at the moon last night?
It's cresent beauty hung upon strings
And shone with such Heavenly quintessence
That I dared not look upon it
Too long, for fear
Did you perchance feel me wish
Last night?
I wished that you would see the moon
I wished upon
A thousand falling stars
Which I have not imagined
Not apologize for
I sighed beneath that moon
I can still feel it:
The weight of your chest
Against the beating
Of a beaten heart
In sweet embrace