Wednesday, February 25, 2026

FINAL SOLILOQUY OF THE INTERIOR EX-PARAMOUR

In more ways than one, 
your face is 
like the moon. 

But never mind 
the milkwhite 
beauty of its cheeks

or the taut graceful curve 
of their bones; 
I have seen, unbidden,

the way it goes through phases 
to keep a ruined 
and dark side hidden—

and, having 
zoomed out to widen 
my view, how it shines 

with a light 
that is not 
its own.