Luna

No one who pines would choose
other than you.
As waves do by your decree
hearts will

crash on foreign shores
only to be swept out to the abyss by undertow.
And the only evidence of existence

are gnarled & desperate lines clawed into sand
that promptly erase themselves
by the next and the next and the next and the next.

Yet you are as false as any that swear by you.

The Light you have is naught,
save the reflection of a complimentary sphere,
and you diminish in time
just as those under your charge.

And there,

In this truth,
you remain a comforting and cruel seductress.
Twice blessed, twice cursed
for reminding eyes of loss & hope
at your rebirth.

So,

When next you have cause
to grow love for me in your belly
I will
wrap your celestial dress around my neck
and with a death embrace

as strong as any star-crossed lover,
you and I
will struggle and drown
down
down
down into the darkness
where promises wait to die.