moonlight
keeps dark at bay
pressing in
night wind stirs
mocking breath
of life now lost
to lightless realm
beyond this chill
encircling me
worn stone step
where rail eluded
grasping hand
as ankle bent
held oranges spilled
moon caresses
tender neck
once softly kissed
from which no voice came
to futile cry
those lips
will not know again
sweet fruit
nor love
blackness presses in
VERSION 2
moonlight
keeps dark at bay
pressing in
night wind mocking
life now lost
beyond this chill
no emotion
save grief
a worn stone step
a grasp-less hand
an ankle bent
held oranges spilled
tender neck
once softly kissed
now broken
a futile cry
those lips
will not know again
sweet fruit
nor love
darkness presses in
VERSION 3
moonlight
keeps dark at bay
pressing in
oranges spill
on worn stone steps
rail eludes
grasping hand
night wind stirs
scattering
the futile cry
mocking
the breathless life
lost to the lightless realm
beyond this encircling chill
these lips
will not know again
sweet fruit
nor love
~ ~ ~
rob kistner © 2020
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