Monday, December 17, 2012

December Moon

I wear the moon in my hair,
as December crowns me the queen
catching its silver in the pout of palms
criss crossed by a curse
when your voice waging a war
with the skeletal tree
in my courtyard

breaks open into my bones.
I cup my fingers around sound
playing hide and seek with shadows,
I make a wish to the star that
will never fall,
as the mist licks my tears
the winter wails with me.

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