Sunday, March 23, 2014

Stakes to Steaks

The love moon rose in the eerie night
and made love sick fools of all of us.
Everyone looked so good in the hue of the love moonlight
that no one noticed how strange we had all
become by love's gushing sense of certainty.
The love moon grew fuller over time and
then shrunk back away into itself,
it didn't know any better,
for that was the love moon's way.
And the path of light it did gush in sight,
was only the love moon's way of drawing you away,
but like Medusa's dangerous snakes
you were only tempted to
draw much closer and make
mistakes and give it all up
for the love moon's way.
Because what's stakes to
steaks when you're in the love moon's way.

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