she ghosted me through
with otherside push
and we danced
how we danced
all bone and lithe
under the three o'clock
moon
dead man's bells singing
as she fell to arms weeping
laughter staining corners
of eyes
"what will you do?
what do you say?"
"yes, i agree," replied i
and slept on the mound
given myself over...
11 responses to “three o’clock moon”
Lovely use of the word ‘ghosted’ aa opposed to modern parlance.
Nice mood here.
Oh yeah. I didn’t even track that usage as I wrote it. Thanks, Chris.
Ah, the old subconscious…
It is an all too familiar experience for several of us.
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Evocative and elegiac
Thanks, Lorna. 💙 Much appreciated.
Very haunting and has a very beautiful rhythm.
Thanks, Bridgette.💙
Beautiful. Love the lyricism.
Thank you, Bob.