naiad.

The Moon, lithe naiad

shining a smile for the night,

adrift with grains of fainter light.

She floats and waits, a lily pad

in an inverse sea of stars.

But her smile is a shadow,

and her light – sad reflections

of a far-off sphere;

a waxing, waning, white veneer.

roadside creatures.

entwined.

same ocean, different shore

I don’t want to write

about love anymore

each stanza a painful pleonasm

of how much I miss you

I'd swim the gulf

just to fall asleep once more

together, with knotted limbs

inhaling gentle breaths,

exhaling gentle snores

but for now, at least

I’ll answer midnight calls

half asleep, spewing slurs

across five hundred thirty-three miles

but entwined in futures