MY THOUGHTS AT MOONLIGHT 2
Twas a thin stretch that served as her bed,
Was she ever going to lay asleep?
She had been buried all day long amidst the crowd of rays,
But now does she have all the stage to fulfill her will.
None had cared about what the day had told of her.
Neither is any concerned to configure the identity of the silhouettes she carried.
She’s just regarded as a means to an end,
The trigger of every moonlight story narrated.
How my sister had been taken in this same regard!
How she had been forgotten, relegated to the background!
Thought as to be good only for the bedroom or the kitchen,
And none is thinking of her better than a sex tag.
Oh sullen moon!
Would I be the more excited than to see you every night?
I just care about myself that’s all.
I, like many others, do not care about the moon’s night…
© Denu Vour Bon