Sometimes the moon appears merciless,
dragging me through the night.
Barren of emotion or empathy…..
a first fruit and voice of nothing

…..echoing, echoing.
an efficient torture of great beauty.

There is just one place left to simmer,
blinding me with lights and shaky acid kisses.

Those faces of love that agitate my heart
and strangle my breath.
Opening and closing without notice,
a soul wheeled off…..over a black wall
and a neon sky utterly untouchable.