All distortion followsThe moon with its velvet hues,Its resplendence,Its call to men of blood-thirst,For it has a face as wicked as the heart above it,My own, that does writheBut, what does it say?Shall we have a listen? Syllables in repetition,Contrasts in transition,And the words spoken, aloud, are,"What is this wilderness, about yourselves?Have you forgotten,To call… Continue reading Poem – “The Moon Beneath our Hearts” – Romance – 12/27/2019
