L U N A

Shut your eyes and sleep my soul
that Splenda forgotten in your pocket has made you 
artificially sweet, you know.
(it is true they say, well, you are what you eat.) 
A heart slow as honey, crystallized by fear.
comb those frozen coals, it's still frigid here.

I'm lost among the constellations, just a short journey from the moon
such craters of stagnant waters for eyes,
yet, just a spec within the galaxies,
a star burned out too soon. 

I cannot show you weakness (though I'm a hurricane inside)
yet I'll never quite be enough
a little more sacrificed with every tide, 
a tenderness washed in,
tough.

I won't keep you from winding down,
but I'll lock
you in that cage between my ribs
and hide you there even
if it kills me to forgive.

I'll go quietly, not a
single
protest of sound. 
Two hundred and thirty-four days later, you're around and
I'm still waiting for an answer, waiting for nothing new 
but I'm afraid
my pursuit of loving isn't as powerful 
as the damage I can do.