8.21.2013

Moon-Pie

Now that you’ve gravitated
to my starry side,
help me with the buttons.

Tease aside the linen,
threadbare from aged dreams,
exposing my moon-breast.

This is my only gift:
uncommon, like the eclipsing
of my heart with your presence.

photo by Isadora Gruye

For Izy’s prompt to the Real Toads: Blue Moon Special