Scoring the Moon
Bounding through the tall grass
I can feel the afternoon sun
warming the fur on my back
as I head away from it,
deftly leaping
rock and crags,
releasing my sorrow
to the wind.
And as I gain some semblance of myself
I skid to a stop,
the edges of dusk
are reaching towards me,
spreading its arms wide,
I drop on my haunches
and howl,
not just talking to the moon
or leaving a message
floating on its surface
for my beloved,
but using my voice
to engrave
my love,
my lust,
desire,
longing
through my heartache,
using it as a lens
to carve that
ever so lonely rock
with my emotions.
For you
here I sit,
heart leaping in my chest,
breath ragged,
not wanting to leave my lungs,
being so near to the love
oozing from my heart,
and as I exhale
impressions of
your gentleness,
candidness,
your nails
tracing my jaw line
cascade down my eyelids,
all the while
carving my intentions
upon the face
of the tide’s master.
It starts to quiver
as my vocal claws
scour its surface,
all the while,
longing is trying to take the stage,
depress me,
wallow me,
sink me into
my ever familiar hole
and as I reach my crescendo
my Shade Of My Heart’s light
bursts forth
from my chest
allowing me to know
that I have
finally surpassed fantasy,
no more fairytales
need to run through my head,
I just have to let this one
run its course
and my princess
shall rest her head
on my shoulders….
ever.
So for now
I’m looking at you
through the looking glass,
waiting for you to step through.
Copyright © Mark Matthews | Year Posted 2010
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