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Why Im in Love With the Moon

I am in love. I do not “do” love. I feel it. It pulses through me, hard, and blurs my vision. It gifts me with the graceless two left feet, and then, I find myself staring, and even though I have no remorse and do not regret you catching my gaze, I turn into a lobster. With deep rosy red painting my face, and my shell, it’s hiding all sorts of goods. Protecting them, my pincers are a constant threat, you keep distance between us because of it. Do you feel how heavy my presence is? If I could go one day without going out of my way to watch you, I would give my left claw. That one does the most damage, or is that crabs? I wouldn’t know because only you have ever made me into a lobster. Though that thought does not matter because come the end I’m still at your side, regardless of the fear between us. Without the glow you constantly give off I find myself in the dark, stumbling over those useless toes of mine. Without that light, I find myself without gravity as well, not floating, but not walking. Somewhere caught between sleep walking and day dreaming, catch my drift? That darkness is still more comforting than your timed absence will ever be. And the time you are there, it’s trimmed with every occurrence. You have this way of keeping me on a leash without even lifting a finger, the one I’m wrapped around. You know, don’t you? I love the moon and the way it moves, how it keeps the sea at bay, in that same fashion it tames me. It splits the Sky with this soft blue shimmer that you can’t take your eyes off of, the one that causes you to stay up until the most ungodly hours soaking up its essence. It romances the simplest movement, your hand reaching out to grace another, your own or that of another being. It compliments the way your hair frames your face. A reminder of a calm sunset with tanned skin, eyes that dance around in their sockets having a party, curiosity the host. A nose, resembles the pier that was walked all the way to your lips, waves lapping. Carefully embedded with tender love. The way it doesn’t even need its own light, just like you, completely mesmerizing. It just sits perfectly and it has all the glory in the world for being placed correctly. If only I was a little closer, I could love like there was no tomorrow. The moon, the way it illuminates the earth just so perfectly, makes it seem just that way. Just that, perfect.

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Date: 1/15/2019 12:37:00 PM
Fantastic! :)
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Annabelle Dillon
Date: 1/15/2019 12:41:00 PM
thank you so much!!