for the record, the untitled poems have absolutely nothing related.... or do they? (no they definitely don't i just don't know what to call them !!!!)
i’ve learned to
love moonlight
the same way i love sunlight.
my blanket
will
trail after my
feet as i climb the stairs,
as i yawn,
as i rub my eye.
i tangle
my hands and
laughter
in moonbeams
and find my smile
and my aching teeth
in sunbeams.
moonshine
illuminates
my
heart and
my bedroom,
illuminates
me as i
find sunlight
in my skin.
my poems
are somewhat
self-aware -
more than i am anyway.
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