Written by mike ennenbach

hidden moon whispers, madly

some evenings i feel too earnest
like i could spill my every secret
across the milky way in gentle
prose tucked in breathy whispers
to the hidden moon high above
the clouds

there is nothing to stop the flood
building behind the hastily
erected levees and baby, i am way
below sea level in the absence of
your lips upon mine and i need to
drown in you

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