star-pocked moonlight

sick to my stomach,
for all my posturing
i find your words
stick to my tongue like syrup
sweeter than bile spit up by
grace-shed worries

soon the sun sets
gives way to dancing shadows
flickering up as i switch stances
pivot, back foot, don’t trip

save me from
chewing my leg to get out
but the love i feel, i thought
long gone in me, stillborn

soft, star-pocked moonlight

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