moon

Shadows fell from smoky stairs,
As I stood alone, bathing naked.
A mellow night, warm moonlight
from a faraway cold cold moon.
I've stood here before,waiting for a touch,
a feelingso burnt, so scarred, so gnawed.
A feeling so burnt.
So I shot the moon in the breathless sky
with a sunken heart and a naked eye.
I hid the hurt with joys untold,
felt the presence within the absence.
I died too young; I died,
now i borrow a pictureof a ride on a mongoose;
lusting for the moon.
I could've cried wolf, i could've cried.
but i just watched silent, distant ships tear apart.
watched the moon within the spaces,
its distant light, still burning bold.