Luna

Luna is a graceful thing
Hanging blue and slender,
Swaying gently, as of now unused.
We both anticipate the coming night
I will wrap myself in her
Sheathed in dazzling, silky lies,
Timid, afraid, but forced ahead.
He will be waiting for me.
He will be smiling,
And so will I,
But all he will see is Luna.

Ethereal and Blue,
Dazzling, sparkling, embellished with lies.
Long ago, Luna was nothing,
Nothing more than a simple dress.
But she spun larger, shining, bright.
Took away my name.
Breathless, reeling, I found myself
Groping for intangible support.
It fell through my fingers
Until all that remained
Was a burning sparkling Blue.
I had no choice but to accept.
Luna stole my name.

Luna took my ugly truths,
Polished them with promises,
And now they shine with lies.
I wrap myself with Luna
Dance a graceful countdown
To that sparkling promised night.

I want it to replace
The distant ones of summer.
Painted wrapped by someone else
Every single time.
Those dreaded nights,
Reflective colors
When the Serpent took
Creative hold
And guided me with gentle hands
So far down
I only saw
The glittering shards of promises
As they lay broken on the floor,
Embedded in my eyes, my skin.
The Serpent’s fangs sank deep,
And the Serpent’s scars remain.

Luna always whispers
And reminds me of the night
That spins closer, shining, fast.
I promised him I would stop lying,
But only after our perfect night.
I did it silently and secretly,
Even my promises are malicious things.

With every day dear Luna grows.
She understands her power.
I yearn to dance wrapped up in her,
Pure, not sparkling and wrong.
Luna turned his head from me,
And whispered in his ear,
Made promises of life and grace
That I cannot fulfill.
But just the same,
I love my Luna.

For the color Blue
Is a compelling thing.