Charles Randall Taulelle II
“moons pursuing one another” ~ Arthur Rimbaud
The moon comes close. The moon comes close to us
And we go crazy. We are moons as well.
We suffer from past scarring and fresh pus
Loads, giving us our wounded look. We swell
With it and then we shrink. We swell and shrink,
And not because our lovers fill us when
They leave. Not only those who kiss and wink
Abandon us. More importantly, men
Who fucked our mothers and stayed on,
Like fathers; also those who tucked their cum
Inside them, made their mark, and then played on,
Pursuing other moons. Moons are not numb.
When smashed by meteors, we must forgive.
The hits by moons are harder to outlive.