Blue Moon

I wait for night
to pour its liquid black over me
darkness to be
seldom eyelids to cover.
I yearn for the stars to show
flutter their way across the sky
what I dream might be a lie
but it keeps me alive in the gutter.

A moon in bloom
flowers depicted on her pale skin
her bones tell tales of sin
done by us.
Her heart is heavy
lonesome and awake in space
her world is a crowded place
yet lonely she is.

I rest my head
blindly and exposed
with my eyes closed
because it is heavenly.
There shines a faint light
yet I can taste the blues
no use
hiding behind these pearly whites.

I blossom and awake
to the sounds of seagulls’ cries
whilst a piece of me dies
I’d rather stay in heaven.