The Slam: Slammables

mother moon

by moonflower, the garden

we bequeath ourselves to your luminescence 

o giver of the water and the waves

you, the cast-iron idol of unrequited love

whose emanating elegance has captivated many a poet

and sung them to everlasting sleep under a silver-tinted spell

 

we stare in silence, and you shine on with proud indifference

relent! we beg you,

lest we all perish under your cold gaze and be devoured by the beetle black night 

 

Author's Note: thank you charlie