untitled 4

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.