The Pain of Desire
The dark half of the Moon is like the darkness in my heart
A darkness consumed by longing
My soul is weak
My flesh heaves
With desire
I am unsettled
I await the full Moon’s return
So we can be together
Without her there is nothing but barren hunger
My heart is in the shadows like the waxing Moon
While she turns away I turn to despair
Who will I express my words to?
If she does not return full and luxuriant as I have seen her in my dreams
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