Small Moons

I’ll take once more, and I’ll steal your eyes

By Ella Bowler

I’ll take once more, and I’ll steal your eyes

Small moons that lie in the shallows of your skin

I’ll reach in, and retrieve what’s mine.

small moons, full of stars

small moons, entrapping me.

In fragility, vulnerability, in betweens.

Visions of a mouth and cheeks

raised, leaking warmth and contentment.

I’ll take once more, and I’ll steal your eyes

drop them where my skin dips.

All I will leave is my taste in your mouth,

and you will never be able to spit it out

You will never be able to spit it out