Beg the Moon by Katie Simpson

don’t ask me to love you forever,
only fools believe they control
the tides, those frothy waves
lashing kisses against the land,
but i know i never could.
you ask for the water, when
you must beg the moon,
beg her to stay constant in
her fickleness,
beg for silver favors in
her erratic pattern.
for love will come, love will go,
but the moon,
pregnant and cold, will pull us
back and forth,
forth and back, ever colliding,
ever wildling waves against the shore.


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