The Moon is Moving
Night eyes
Streaked with silver
Heaven’s thighs
Silk slip sliding
Gaping maw
Lined with razor sharps
Perfect whore
Clumsy with words
Marble skin
Carved with care
Embrace sin
The moon is moving
Streaked with silver
Heaven’s thighs
Silk slip sliding
Gaping maw
Lined with razor sharps
Perfect whore
Clumsy with words
Marble skin
Carved with care
Embrace sin
The moon is moving
The Lost Art of Letter-Writing
Operator, I’m begging you
(!the lines are down!)
(the switchboard’s spitting sparks like loose teeth)
This conversation’s not fit for the party line
(!!!spin the dial like Russian roulette!!!)
It’s not telepathy
And even less reliable
(The ink bled out)
(Before it had a chance to dry)
How can I begin to explain?
My heart’s been lost in the mail
The Lost Art of Letter-Writing first published in Aphelion.
(!the lines are down!)
(the switchboard’s spitting sparks like loose teeth)
This conversation’s not fit for the party line
(!!!spin the dial like Russian roulette!!!)
It’s not telepathy
And even less reliable
(The ink bled out)
(Before it had a chance to dry)
How can I begin to explain?
My heart’s been lost in the mail
The Lost Art of Letter-Writing first published in Aphelion.
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