the ocean in me
Last night your sea-colored eyes
were a black box

recording every current of my body,
intensifying, withdrawing.

We’ve only touched the
dull side of a vivid moon.

We coil across each other’s lives;
tuberous roots of taro
taking water from one, giving sun
to the other.

7:30 a.m. walks in through the
blinds with intention

and cries the simple truth
of our goodbye. Our bodies
serenade the light.


Mia Moore


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