The coloring is off here, but for me at least that gives an interesting and dreamlike feel. And truthfully the color wasn’t very good and either of the original photographs, so that didn’t help matters.
Day: August 8, 2018
My Lover
Cracked moon
like a mind,
or still birth balloon.
Glowing over gold fields of grain,
illuminating icy igloos,
milky white cataract of craters
crawling with crusty cultures like
a search engine.
He sees my body contort alone,
my skin cold as fright,
and if he sees my lover breathing and being
away from me
he says nothing.
Miniature Moon 