My Luna, My Moon
To the ones around me,
the one beside me.
All pass by like applicable dust in a heatwave.
Faces blurred and ridden.
Only till the clouds draft the moon.
Then only could I see.
Yes, the sun shines bright.
And most cherished from it's radiance.
But even in a glance, it burns through your skull. Too light for the world to actually see.
But not my moon.
Along the dark, she guides.
The Luna of my light.
The only one I can keep.
Even through sleeping eyelids, he drifts.
The one that grants me my night of sleep.
The one who plays puppeteer with my dreams.
In the privacy between us both, lips of ours meet.
Slow in a dance, hair tangled in hands.
And marks along musk of lace.
And if I could feel you emerged with me in bed once again.
That's when the moon shines.
In strips of opaline, a zephyr intrudes.
So why the hell am I still chasing you?
You look down at me with that sempiternal grace.
But yet you still carry the sun's ray.
Even if our legs tangle in soft matress.
And our breaths whisper warm to necks.
Even if till the world would tilt.
You're still dependant on his light.
Never mine.
As it's always the sun and the moon.
I know I can't have you.
2026-08-10 11:05:52
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