Perpetual Moon

by Matthew R Humphrey

 

She sits in her warm cold,
Awaiting her consciousness,
Her senses dull with wine.
As the light shines through,

Lids flutter open at the chill,
From the piercing eyes.
 The crater face alight.
The creep returns to menace.

Perpetual Moon,
Perpetual Moon,
He is her Perpetual Moon.

 

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