by Jerry Ratch
the white moon is dangling
by a thread tonight
you close your eyes
and listen to it undress
and suppress, suppress
you listen to it undress
while you yourself hang lifeless
in your own arms
not meaning to do yourself any
harm, not meaning to do
yourself harm
and only by its gentleness
can you come back
from that edge
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like a song that was just there
"while you yourself hang lifeless in your own arms" good line. I like the visual of this poem.
I like this Jerry. I have a perception of a certain drama being played out--maybe not the one you intended, but resonates with me.
Thanks, Sara and Matt!
Jerry