has grown old.
worn down by the lonelinesses
of a hundred empty homes,
sunken in
like fingers
fallen too long asleep
in a hot bath.
how else
do you show me
the moon,
its silky-
ink silhouette
stained on our back door,
and not kiss me?
there is no monitor
that measures
love. tell me: when
was the last time
it leapt?
got a running start
and just
jumped? heedless
of chasm, of canyon,
of distance?
of the finish,
the fear, the flatline?
your pulse
plays its thud-thump
through limp veins,
forgetting
how to thunder.
if i could see you
the way the lightning
sees, from inside the storm,
i would find it
damp and dark,
with slow rivers
and huddled walls,
a crumpled fist
written with little scars
but untouched, too,
by moonlight.
the tenth muse 
What longing, what yearning for romance and carelessness and emotion in this poem! Sad.
Thank you, Marina. I think the world in general could do with a little more longing!
Awesome!
glad you liked, Mark. sometimes there’s no other way to fix it than just to write it out. 🙂
Really liked “if i could see you / the way the lightning / sees, from inside the storm” … great stuff to get the Full Moon Social into gear! Thanks!
Jeff, thanks for the inspiration to do some moon-writing! I still need to check out some of the others who partook.
So glad to have you aboard. Remember to check out the twitter feed for that hashtag. There are some Twitter writers, and some WordPress folks who only posted on Twitter.
Beautiful images here. The idea of seeing someone the way the lightning sees is very powerful. It makes me think of someone in deep sadness or troubles that cannot see but the storm and needs to see from within but can’t.
so many problems we have with one another are, i think, due to a simple difference in perspective. if only we could all see from inside… Thanks for stopping by, Adriana.
“There is no monitor that measures love…” but perhaps poetry helps.
yeah, it does! thanks, robert!
Incredible poetry! Very powerful images.
thank you! 🙂
And this is what you said when you left him? Good. This world is too beautiful and thick with vibrant flowing technicolor, harmonic beauty and breathless passion to share a blood moon with a bloodless love. Excellent poem, my friend, Mosk
You are right, of course, Mosk. Thank you.
JS, can I include your poem in an ebook anthology of contributors to the FullMoonSocial event? It will be available free on my site as a PDF and epub file, and each poem will include a link back to the author’s site. Let me know! I’m putting the anthology together now and plan on releasing it this weekend as a way to commemorate the event. You can write me directly at jeffrey.schwaner@gmail.com. It’s going to be somewhere around 30 pages or so. Hope to hear from you!