Poetry

To the moon and never back. I have never known such beauty. I have never felt such magic. I marvel at the moon and lay eyes on the stars. I am a spec of dust in the omnipotent milky way. To the moon and never back.

I tried to forget But you grew roots around my rib cage And sprouted flowers Just below my collarbones. All day I pluck at their petals But I have not yet ascertained Whether you love me Or not.