I know when the sun is on the other side of the world because another light crawls into my bed.
She is the moon. Her eyes slit and blue. Drunk on the headiness of the darkness.
On the other side of the world, She is awakened by the first rays of the sun.
The night is cast off like tangled sheets and she asks,
'Where is the moon, my lover'?
And from here, I whisper
“She is in the arms of another sky”
A modern cubist abstract 5400 x 7200 px