As if you were
on fire
from within,
the moon lives
in the lining
of your skin.
moon
– Brandon Villasenor
PoetryI believethe oceanonce belongedto the moon,and that it fell,falling intothe earth.That is whythe moonis consistentlypulling onto it,ceaselesslytrying totouch itonce more.
Violent Beauty
Impossible, Imperfect Love
Original PoetryHe died every night for her,
just as the moon did
with the sun.
