You're a loose web, worn,
fastened to the curved moon...

It feels as though I cannot cope
for it's impossible to tame...

You've sliced me open
one too many times...

Unknowingly,
I swallow you in slumber...

I shape shift with all my power
into who I am...

It's half-past midnight as
slivers become wedged beneath dreams...

She strays from the realm of romance,
capturing love's sculpture with one last glance...

Tongue of icicles
fondles quivering waters...

I glide along moonlit seas
beneath the swollen moon...

For once -
I no longer loiter sidewalks...

You may be a ladybug
lathering me with candy like love...

If my palms were the pages of my heart,
I would script inklings of prose...