When I’m Lonely
June 3, 2013
close the curtains over the moon, it’s time to go to sleep buenasera my beloved. and once you are gone, I’ll draw back the hallowed curtains, the moon reflecting my face, and I will kiss the window pane and whisper, ‘vanity is a virtue.’ and I will bathe myself in heathen light and I will blow pink spheres over my bared body delight in the only forever left when the sun shines, my darling, we’ll do dancing selflessly together and I’ll be in Puerto Rico with the officer of my dreams. but when the sun tumbles quickly down I’ll leave you swallow the moon samba with the stars when I’m lonely, I feel forever rebound against the fractures of my hands.