when the moon gets blemished

When the moon brims over in fullness
edges get serrated in ounces of neglect

that’s what happens to love,
as in yours and mine

– the umbra is dark like my heart –

clouds hurtle through a blemished night
like petals of plumeria

they carry seeds of memory
beyond this galaxy to another plane of existence,

where  red earth and layers of warm clay
hold us in a deep embrace ,
our bodies pressed between angled roots.

November Poem A Day: Write a full moon poem


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