Stacked

Stacked
 
 
 
ambient light
refracts
from a blue table
in the corner
of his room
 
gentle hands
roll up
my black camisole
and try to quiet
the little voice
 
         I don’t mind
                    
though I
can’t help
but wonder
if the sutured moon
ever worries about
 
the savage way
the gods
have stacked
the stars 
upon the sky
 
 

 

© cs moon 2014

 

 

 

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