pleading with the moon

when days become difficult to fill---

with this and that and those

and these...

i've been known to prescribe

myself with a veritable disease.

can i hold your hand,

even when you go to sleep?

late late into the night

i wash my hands of the

outside world. i push

away their expectations

and remember what the

face of the earth was like

before the sun topped over

the spindly trees.. your

heart beating against my

cheek as we were pleading

with the moon.. oh please

stay where you are. and

lets just stay up late

watching the stars.

i'll run out of words one

of these days. perhaps

today is the day, i've run

out of words.

i will love you.