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I am in love with the Moon. 

Some call me a lunatic;

my lunar tick resembles a wolf howl,

a primal hunger well below higher thought. 

I monitor her cycles,

transfixed by her luminescence. 

My eyes form cataracts to

mimic her milky presence;

the way she dances across darkened skies

mesmerizes me every night.

She graced me with her presence

once.  I normally see her

in my dreams, but I got lucky –

for three whole months,

she was absent from her celestial throne. 

The world around us plunged into chaos,

but our sphere of influence

was heavenly.  Bodies colliding,

our breaths shared a rhythm

the tides would envy. 

I lost track of time

gazing deep into her every night;

her full phase charged my beating heart,

its tempo crashing heavier than oceans

upon the surf.

Slowly, the skies began howling

for the High Priestess – the sea

needed a master, and Gaia

missed her mother. 

I could tell she didn’t want

to leave me; I noticed my own desperation

reflected on her pale surface. 

Her ascension was beautiful to behold,

but did little to relieve the weight in my chest.

Maybe our romance couldn’t last forever –

I am still in love with the Moon. 

I will always be a lunatic,

whose howls shake the stars

held within my own verse. 

I quiver like the restless ocean,

awaiting my true love’s return

with my toes dipping into the surf.

Cire Luey Freemind