I remain awake in he
quiet hours of the night
when the moon is bold and
beautiful, for one reason,
one reason only; this life is
hiding something from me.
Dammit, I know it is.
And the beautiful thing is I know
it wants me to find it.
All the things I do are an attempt
to discover it.
The whiskey. The literature. Stargazing.
Romance. Music.
It drives me mad but it flames
my passion just as well.
So here I am, universe,
plush with desire.
Reveal yourself you beautiful
mother fucker
by Christopher Poindexter
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| Bold moon © Jennifer Phillips |
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