good moon

i shine on you

like a soft sea


the current’s sleep

small resentments

in the harbor

but hardly quaking

i twist like vines

to make it right

with you

my labored speech

forcing connection

your stoic blank

becomes a mask

i can’t wake

your eyes shimmer

fondness and pause

a severing tentacle

of reach

but the love is balm

and we feel fullness

laughing mysterious

as confident

as a good moon