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