Selenophile ❤️
Nights were her favorite,
Rekindled by her one lover,
The moon...
The only celestial body that keeps her thriving,
Dull, but somehow brightens her up
A loyal companion that’s always there for her,
It never leaves, it’s always there watching steadfastly her every move.
She has never felt a lover like this...
...who is one, but still appears in so many distinctions as reincarnation,
A royal love.
The only time she’s herself is dusk,
In the realm of nightfall,
She wonders if the magic of her love lies in the beauty of the moon or in her selenophile self.
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Perpetual Chibuife
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Our Song
Evening has given way to night. Gently, I settle next to you on the comfortable, old love seat and reach for your hand. You snatch it away, again. It cuts me to the quick, but I hide the pain, understanding that the reaction is but part of your demented state. Since the accident, your presence here in our cozy home has been clouded by a haze I can't see. Nevertheless, I feel the frigidity of your expressions and it serves as an excruciating reminder of the immeasurable distance between us.
By Dana Crandell4 days ago in Fiction
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I like that last stanza, I think you paced out the presentation very well