Three Poems by Kelly Moyer

 

The Remove

 

The night is on edge

with a rustle

in the shadows

of the shadows

of leaves.

And as you cast

your own silhouette

beneath the lonely

streetlamp,

you can’t help

but to reflect

on the reflection

of who you were

when you, too, had

something to lose.

As much as you try

not to, you feel

yourself

a bit smug

in your freedom,

your lack of longing,

your inability to cling

to any fleeting moment

as you fade

into the darkness

where nothing lurks

but the figments

of someone else’s

imagination.

Limerence

 

Older now,

I know well

the failings

of the flesh,

the way

rapture

devolves

into

disillusionment;

yet, the hunger

within me

remains

rapacious,

my thirst

as unquenchable

as the thirst for

what I can only

articulate

as the afterglow

of an afterlife.

So, I bide my time,

making sure

to forget

what I dare know

of hair, skin, teeth,

and tongue

in order

to surrender

to the nightbreeze

and, with the subtlest

brushstrokes,

draw a bit of blood

from the moon.

 

Sleep Well

 

We leave our bodies

together

on this swath of illusion,

a turned-down bed

within the realm

of perceived

time and space,

to venture off alone

within a dreamscape

from which

there are no guarantees

we’ll return.

Yet, night after night,

you place a tender kiss

upon my lips

and let

  me

go,

secure in the promise

of morning.

 

Kelly Moyer - can often be found wandering the mountains of North Carolina, where she resides with her husband and two philosopher kittens, Simone and Jean-Paul.