Monday, November 8, 2010

Crescent











The look on your face,
devouring
satisfaction or
something else,
what could I give you-
and never have myself?
Like that bar of chocolate
with the missing bite.
that you took out of me.

-Jason






You’re seeing only a sliver
forlorn and lonely in the night sky.
The moon is still whole.
It just doesn’t know it
yet.





-Nikita















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