The moon appears like the actor's light,
sending me down a path
of white like the first snow fall.
I am kissed with little
shocks of cold tears,
sliding into a dive off
the tips of my eyelashes.
I stick out my tongue
and attempt to taste
the moon's gift to me,
longing for us both
to be conjoined lovers
in this stranger of a night.
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