shrewd cosmos
Beneath the moon’s enchanting glow,
I take his hand, I move so slow.
He pulls me close, his breath so light,
a shadow draped in silver night.
His fingers trace along my spine,
a tender touch that once felt fine.
But now his nails, they scrape, they claw,
and blood drips down with every draw.
He whispers low, “You’ve missed me so,”
a lover’s voice, a grave below.
I try to step beyond his arms,
but fall into his lulling charms.
The stars dissolve in a pace with haste,
his laughter twirls, a cruel embrace.
He spins me fast, he holds me tight,
my fleeting cries are lost in night.
I beg release, my breath runs thin,
yet still I’m locked, I’ll always give in.
The waltz goes on, the night won’t break,
a love I fear, a mistake I make.
The moonlight shimmers, blurred with tears,
my love, my curse, through all these years.
For when he calls, I take his hand,
and let him lead—I don’t understand.
The dance is endless, night so deep,
I realize now, I’m his to keep.
For all this time, so full of grace,
I’ve been dancing with him—depression’s face.
flint cliff
spring nymph