Lovers Among Lilacs, Marc Chagall

though cut, nothing yet dies life is full, fresh enough to sustain weight enough to envelope as we deceive/discover ourselves believe there is no drop despite that, the moon falls obscures, rolls into/out of orbit/view becomes a part of me lunar fascinate as inexplicably you love me I've stolen the gravity of the moon placed it within my chest rested a floral display upon it changed insanity to beauty irresistibly lain bare should I offer excuses? no one needs them in fact everyone is happy they mind not if I am fallen stone because we differ on point of view and some nights and days the beguiling light of the moon is more than anyone could ask for I'll let the perceiver be the judge as light falls on me to reveal flaws that don't matter in this moment and never mattered to anyone but me