Secrets of the Moon

The scent of the river
emerges in spring and
at night like moon flowers,
evening primrose and the
married-mans thoughts of me

Things and people afraid of
the day, afraid of the
light cast upon their flaws
tip-toe to me and whisper
their wildest

Johns and Janets and Williams
all point fingers, tease and mock
but their hidden agendas are far worse
than those of the prisoners

I laugh with the crescent moon
Smile with the dew
and dream, day and night
of this tortured life,
of me,
of you

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