Oct 24, 2016

Instead of the Moon


You came home with roses
And the moon
Under your arm
Like a dream or a knight.

I believed you to be
True love.
But you lied, stole
From our home.
None of it was true.
How could it be?

Leave the flowers
At the market next time,
The moon in the sky
Alongside the stars.

I would rather you
Naked with yourself
Than all the flowers, all
The stars in the sky, more than
A thousand sleepless nights.

I would rather you naked
And true.