Last Moon


Beneath a full moon

I lent my ears

to a man spinning syllables like spiders webs

I lent eyes

to a charming grin and ancestral sin

I gave myself

to the dank scent of cypress trees

tides crash and roar

pulling me ashore

and I sink into the blues

of my oblivion

As the sun starts to peak

I remain asleep

wrapped in the webs

dangling from your tongue

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