Clouded over moon
biting at my back
thinking of dawn,
warming light blushing
the bed covers.
Shattered thermometer,
mercury skidding across the
floor. Mercury sky at night,
women take flight. Cataloging
lost hearts on her sleeve.
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Oh, it's a full mooon tonight. That explains so much. Do we really need to sleep?
I like the line "biting at my back" but for me it insinuates itself cellularly; osmosis bringing moonlight to brain; breaching the brain / moonlight barrier
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