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Morgana Moon Poem
Somewhere between ordinary and special.
Copyright © Morgana Moon | Year Posted 2020
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Morgana Moon Poem
Sugar.
You make me crave,
all the sweets and delights
that I never find in your kisses late at night.
Sugar.
I deny to myself,
every time I write to you
and you don't even say my name.
Sugar.
I need it as if I am in withdrawal,
from all the sweet fantasies
that will never be real.
Sugar, Sugar, Sugar...
I say it as if I pray,
but then I always go back for more
of your bitter taste!
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I have always been in love with the idea of love.
How the light would be brighter and skies more blue,
birds singing and flowers all over the mountains.
But then I saw you and your eyes so full of darkness
and I found comfort in the stars
and I fell for the never-ending night
and I loved the winter of your heart.
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I walk around your garden
among flowers and fruits,
under the Summer rain.
I walk alone and alone I think
of the seeds you planted
and the birds you don't see...
Because you built this garden
stones and fountains
roses, carnations, sunflowers
in the midst of Spring.
Golden blocks to lead the way
tall, fructiferous trees,
tall, impervious iron gates...
You built this whole garden
then left me
nevertheless, here I stayed.
6/11/2020 For "Garden" poetry contest - Fourth Place.
Copyright © Morgana Moon | Year Posted 2020
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I see blood on your hands
and as you leave through my bedroom door
I wonder...
What is it that you so mercilessly killed,
leaving a red pathway on the floor?
I look around and everything is in place.
I search my bed, some empty drawers
then I feel the open wound on my chest,
a bloody mess where once my heart was.
And I finally understand:
You only take,
never leaving anything behind.
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You said you were sorry.
And as I starved,
you feasted.
Copyright © Morgana Moon | Year Posted 2021
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As my fingers reach down
and my tighs open,
I search for dirty,
dust memories of you.
Of us.
But would you mind?
I ask myself...
Then I mix and match memories,
to make me fly.
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As honey drops over your skin
I nourish all the things that we will never be.
I recall all the promises that we will never make.
I think of how your sweet eyes can leave a bitter taste.
I wish you could be softer
Or do I wish you strength greater than mine?
I wish you would say
I wish you would silence.
I wish, I wish, I wish!
That for the night you could be mine.
May 30th - The day your unsaid promise was broken.
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Oh, but let's praise the Gods!
For your eyes.
So dark, yet bright
Always lingering on my mind.
Let me in awe
offer you a bloody sacrifice
and birth all things you will ever need,
to pursue a loving, happy life.
Copyright © Morgana Moon | Year Posted 2021
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How have we survived
The unbearable force of time?
Our names erased from this Earth
buried under dry sand and light.
Our bodies, our kisses, our goodnights...
A Million moons between us.
A Thousand times goodbye.
And somehow, here we are,
You still you.
And your love still mine.
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