to moon.

I couldn’t sleep.
I woke up and went to the window
to torture myself under the lunacy of the moonlight
for it to shed some clarity on my mindsight.
When i peered into a window across the way
and became captivated
soft shadows moved…
rhythmically
tenderly
across the street
in the dead of night
there was
love being made.
slowly and sincerely
hurling me into envy
so much jealousy
my skin crawls with the desire
to be caressed and
obsessed.
back to bed to dream
if it was me in that
window’s scene
just to awake to find my mind’s eye
had made it up of tree shadows
and the moons imagery.
it’s amazing what the mind will
make you see…