The Near Moon

under a spell
the nearby moon
cascaded a faint scent &
tributaries begin flow
in the same direction
like an ancient family bloodline
sending out a solitude
enveloping us
in a whispery wonder 

it was overwhelming
each time you said my name
over over & over again
dropping my hand
for the pleasure of it &
turned this mouth
into a fallen crescent 

now, many moons later
I began a different life
living among men
with reasons
to weep
from inner chambers
of the heart &
parlors of this mind 


is this just a lunar phase
returning me to the tides
as if we were friends &
were created for each other
more or less

Mark Mularz