Luna
The problems we face as a couple
Emerge, and congeal.
Fresh exasperating breathless
Romance conceals
Long-carried inabilities and
Whole phrases of ineptitude.
As phases of lunar cycles
Insist on pulling the unruly tide,
Revealing the jagged edges
Of coasts just beneath the surface,
And as you see me more,
Love, will you love me less?
As the things i thought i knew i'd do
Become symbols of distress.
Sameness, loss of depth
Tend toward cyclic tendency.
Only love's protection's rising,
glowing, in full ascendancy.
-Ell
