Clean
I can’t write tonight
As I eyeball
The full moon
Blinking behind
The passing clouds.
It’s watching me
Watching it
Two creatures
Confronting one another
Waiting to see
What the other
Does first.
We think together
Separate thoughts
No doubt
Yet there is consent
In our stares
The night is gentle
A warm breeze
Caresses me
I am clean.
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2011
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