Covers Her Face with Both Hands

What
We speak
Becomes the house we live in.

Who will want to sleep in your bed
If the roof leaks
Right above
It?

Look what happens when the tongue
Cannot say to kindness,

“I will be your slave.”

The moon
Covers her face with both hands

And can't bear
To look.

sharing this with you as the moon shines outside, in all its glory. let's never bring this light to wane.