The moon is a lemon wedge-
that’s not even a metaphor:
I swear I can trace texture
of rind and seeds-in-flesh;
if my finger could reach.
Meanwhile please slide
the wedge onto the rim
of your glass, and sip the night.
The moon is a lemon wedge-
that’s not even a metaphor:
I swear I can trace texture
of rind and seeds-in-flesh;
if my finger could reach.
Meanwhile please slide
the wedge onto the rim
of your glass, and sip the night.