Every now and then, a dark moon rises: looming over your head,
Casting a dark blue light onto the room, and onto the silhouette of you.
Luring my gaze, I settle into the whites of your eyes; as it waxes and wanes.
In time, the light of the room returns, and I remember just where we are.
Perpetually bound, it falls and rises, leading my mind with a string.
Strung 'round your little finger, I am wound tighter and tighter,
Each touch of horizon.
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Kali Mailhot
hobby poet always looking for new things to write about.
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Beautiful!
Very Beautiful
Beautiful piece!
Beautiful work!
Beautiful and inspiring poetry
Amazing piece! Congrats on top story!
Congrats on Top Story!
Perfect! 🏅
Congrats on Top Story!🥳🥳🥳
This is a beautiful piece. Congrats on the TS.
Very descriptive. Your word choice really helps to paint the picture!
I LOVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL STORY
Beautifully and magically written. Great work Kali.
Super evocative writing; keep it up!
Strung around your finger….those last couple lines were my favorite great job on this
Excellent! Love your interpretation! Well done, Kali.