2024-11-15poem

His Moon

There's a feminine urge behind the moon's ornery to not be captured on our screens.
I respect that a lot.
She deserves to be looked at and painted like a lively piece, to be hung down in the walls of your heart, to be framed with that golden halo of warmth;
not being captured in a simple virtual screen to be saved by you like just another picture that you will barely see again; ever.
She is the moon.
His moon.