Moonlight

you crawl into the mouth of the full moon

it’s light tongues you softly

and you feel it’s presence

a looming entity waiting

to swallow you whole

others would be frightened

but you’re forever planted

in a nonchalant resolve

that sucks you into the sand

underneath the cool light

so fresh and tasteless

like a glass of water

your mouth opens and

you tongue the light gently

you’re eager to swallow it whole