Letters To the Moon Part Iii
Dear Son of the Moon,
How do you tell such beautiful lies?
Because your lips, they don't give off the
slightest quiver. Only a smirk. a smirk
whose hidden meaning I thought to be
whimsical. but no; you're malicious.
because you speak of sin with the kiss of
a dove and the sincerity of heaven.
How do you tell such beautiful lies?
Son on the Moon, I can see the way you
glower over her with your eyes of coal.
Lust drips from every pore of your aura
the way skin melts off a corpse that's been
dipped into acid.
because she is sin and you want a taste of
all that is wrath and greed.
you tell your beautiful lies with a
carelessly devoted whisper and
She is yours.
because your heart of steel is coaxed with
cocaine and she's confused the high with
the truth.
She's been in the dark for so long that
she's blinded by the flash of your Polaroid
camera that will all to quickly fade away.
but she doesn't know that.
You are her sun and she's reaching for as
much light as she possibly can because
your warmth is euphoria. .
Son of the Moon,
How do you tell such beautiful lies.
Copyright © Victoria Botto | Year Posted 2014
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