The Moon and My Marrow

Someone hung
transparent moon
in midst of
afternoon sky;
and who invited you
back into my bones
in broad daylight,
to suck my marrow until
I pale and
lack strength
to evict you.
Go now.
Go away.
Please.
Who could have predicted
my whisper,
please, please stay?

………

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/2018/02/27/premonition/

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