Tagged: waxing gibbous
we never met in
we never met in
august, neither
the waning
crescent nor the
waxing gibbous
saw us together
under their
illumining watch
.
20130814:0924
y
it’s a waxing gibbous
it’s a waxing gibbous
tonight, two-thirds full
of suggestion, one-third
implication. at this many
clicks away, love is a
forced perspective –
you only think you’ve
got a handle on it
.
20130520:2242
y