full moon tonight

she feels it already
at eight in the morning
when the sun splits the blinds,
slashes her eyes like a
third degree high-beam...
but that big moon's already
dragging her down
back into submersion,
a flood tide of dreams:
up crumbling stairways in derelict houses
down twisted streets of Lovecraftian towns
climbing steep trails through pine-shaded mountains
descending to caverns that glow in their dark

the moon's heavy pull,
an arm thrown around her
keeps her there
like a lover
til the dreams play out
and
she wakes,
exhausted,
fighting two kinds of gravity,
between the sun and moon
for too long

03/09/2010

Posted on 03/09/2010
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