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suppose love

in time
is not over
but
more
like a phase of
the moon

truth
fixing in the sky
childhood shy, version is, my past
moon pastel colored,
suspending earth
secrets,
cloaked in
metaphor
benevolent face.
white gold
globe shifting in and out.
delicate balance
in night, and light whispers,
laughter, yours and mine,
a promise
its visible
ascent kissing
dancing joy
in the moment.

suppose love

in time
is over
but
more
like a phase of
the moon

lies
breaking in the sky
manhood sly , version is, my present
my bloodshot eyes
writing questions on a bar napkin
to be moonlight
or shadow?
trained, in yearning and losing dreams
dreams that can't become true,
moonbeams at the speed of light
propelled through the sky
and into my eye,
where moons are distant.