Drinking Under the Moon

"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh


I have found what you are like,

A dark recess of the world that I can hide in.


A little moth that flutters to your light.


This orb of love,

Miserable makes



I am Icarus and you are a sun,

Melting my wax wings

For being too close to your warmth.


Burn me, set alight your fire as you purge of my disease.

And mark your forehead in a cross of my ashes.

That you might wear my love in an act of worship.


This will be my solitary courtship.



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