lunatic

She has only ever inspired me,
conspiring with such passion within me,
imbuing every inch of this flesh
with the keenest and cruelest desires.

And I, poor needful soul that I am,
have only ever clinging adored her,
imploring my baleful beloved Luna
for one night more in her arms.

Yet now, she peaks at me disdainfully
behind these distant dreamy clouds
allowing me nothing more than
the memories of her I desparately treasure.

Oh my dearest soul, mournfully
do I invoke you on bended knee,
bowing graciously, gravefully,
come to me, for you have made of me

truly a lunatic, completely unhinged,
ready to leap from this terrible height
if only for the impossible chance
of touching you one last time.

6 thoughts on “lunatic

  1. Oh god the weight of this, you express it so well the ache of longing feels like the very gravitational pull keeping the moon in orbit. I’m so taken by the tower in this image. I immediately grabbed my shadow tarot deck. XVI of the Major Arcana: The Tower. A dramatic, jolt, shocking change.

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