Poem – CRESCENT MOON (By John Tustin)
CRESCENT MOON
You reside
In this room
That stinks
Like moonlight
And me.
Crescent Moon
Pries as
She is wont
To do
In rooms
That stink
Like her light,
Where only
Silence
Is
Uttered,
Sharper than
The silver
Flashing
In my hair.
[su_john_tustin]