the moon is
swollen with a
stolen affluence
of golden light
peering proudly
a pockmarked
preening peacock
a spotlight
balefully
illuminating
the decrepit
splendor of
hope in decline

i cut off a
quivering sliver of
my effervescent
nothingness and
watched longingly
as it sublimated
in shades of
lavender lament
before fading away
in the gaping rent
between our lips

all while the
dastardly bastardly
golden shower of
meandering moonbeams
highlights the
dreamchasms of
deep-seated desire