New Moon Love Poem
dancing to the Smashing Pumpkins
on a summer’s evening
stopped loving you then
because you don’t love me like the air could
looking up at the black sky
signaling new beginnings
giving up too soon
just for the sake of it
on nights like this
it is warm enough that existing alone is pleasurable
the stars all compete for attention
against planets and airplanes
tides are pulled
while I scream at my youth
turning a penny in my pocket
because it is easy to start over
when you feel on top of the world
fresh
full of light
with a sky
blank
and hopeful
~*~
Full Moon Love Poem
made a wish on the moon tonight
she was held by loose gray curls of fog
evidence
her brightness
continually trying to break away
looking for a line smart and kind enough
defense
not trapped exactly
but not able to stop what is around her
unconditional
we look back at one another
in love to some degree
with something we don’t understand
normal
I blew her a kiss
snuck into my own bed
radical self care
writing down my desires
not sure if I am craving the right options
habits
tuck them under my pillow
and dream
while she sings the night away
memory
she can’t promise me anything
but at least I know she was listening
Sam Albala is east coast meets just-past-mid-west-coast poet. She has a horizon habit, and is not ashamed to show you while saying “phones are not real life.” Sam loves when things are dark: her coffee, chocolate, music . . . To see not-real-life horizons find @keepmindscreative on Instagram, or to read more words, visit samanthaalbala.contently.com.
Featured image by Gianni Zanato
