Hues of Heartbreak ➳ [Poetry]

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for my Atticus Finch

G R A V I T A T I O N

I, the moon so obediently rotate around you

This awe, an emergence of spangled starts and broken arrows

Your anatomy, eyes as devious as midnight, feathery lines of healed wounds

Your orbit, a haze blinding the rituals of my being, I circulate a trail of ambitious catching ablaze

I stutter, searching for idioms that justify the perplexity in your eyes

The constellations, I sputter from over caffeinated nights do no justice

To your once sparingly glory

Our intervened hands eclipse, an enclosed parenthesis the mild vengeful storm approaching

Perfection indulged in my worship to you

Oh I the moon, a personified poet, an artist, a sculptor

My numbed fingertips shaded with vibrant hues blinding explosions of colour

Gratifying the lies your blue eyes and basic jawlines that left me and my thoughts so explicit . 

I am the moon. 

gravitating 

circulating 

around you

my withdrawals you assume them as the black holes of my nature

but really am falling for god's creature

oblivious you are, to my shadowed beauty

as your poised preacher

hear my sermon

after all the moon and Earth

are heavenly bound romantic literature

- m.