cutting ripe moons open

Written by: robert sciasci

see the circle of copper in your eyes
see the burst of silence
wet smiles rising in your veins
a hand is reaching out
a touch reverberates
see the locks that hold you to yourself
seeing you holding yourself
when the wind whistles to you
see the everyday of your hands
moving through the dull hours
before the smile rises
in your busy hands 
cutting ripe moons open