My Moon, His Sky

He is a hard one to love



Say things in multiple silences


And I forgive his inexperience


Multiplying in a cataclysmic


Carefree


Combustion






I can’t ponder his frailty


Rise up my legs


Touching thighs


And be blessed


…thank me later






Oh I welcome your blindness


Freedom deliverance in an agonizing moan


Visualizing complex simplicity


Is unheard of






How insecure be the throne of you


Like do I really walk amongst his tears?


Throw away my own brightness


Stretch my arms to his sky






I wither at the moment he wrestles me


Do I dare leave me there ebbing?


The reason why our world craves an opening


Tide


So it seems






So ever clear, the blue hue is not happy tears


I’ve even shattered the moon in half


Split the screen in my dreams


And nothing would appear






Filter


His fear


A hard one


To love


He is…




©Vernette Harris 2011