A Love Letter to the Moon

Your hands

draw music from

the mute.

Whimpers and near

silent prayers,

murmurs from

below bubble and spill.

Waves crash

and the melody

swells from a

once silent body.

Tides heave as

the song crescendos.

It sweeps over me,

through me,

filling me.

I don’t know if

I ever want to

Resurface.

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