The Scary Truth That Is Sky-Winking

That white, innocent eye
blinks open at night,
just for me -
just to see
where my loyalties lie,

but the joke is on the moon -
I sing back her hollow tune,
and I give in:
lungs jaded,
hot-dead ultimatums,
my mind hers to play with,
as rough as she likes -

I give up, and I use
till I wink at the sky,
and my chemical vision
turns one
to two eyes.


~

Entry for "MANE, LA LUNA, THE MOON" competition