For the first time I embodied the full moon with you,
it was the brightest I ever saw.
In that instant, my mind was filled with you.
It was the 3rd full moon then,
and all I had in my mind was still you.
I took walks under the full moon to admiring its presence,
and perhaps,
to lavish in another form
of your presence.
YOU ARE READING
They Have A Title, Or They Don't.
PoetryTo Whoever Reading, My Midnight writings. Insta @themidnightvoidness
