Summer Moon .

Can you feel the Moon tonight? The full weight of it? Do you see it? He sure sees you. He knows you. That should scare you, but it is he who is frightened. You are only to look up, up up at him, one look that lingers and he disrobes of his everything, all his glowing veneers. For you. He is but renowned for his shyness and for some parts of you.

Silly Girl, who told you to remove your skin? Even if your red cloak is nowhere to be seen. It is after all about fairness and pitching in. You protected him from all the suns and the stars in the skies and he kept you safe from your thoughts. Most of them anyway. You don't like that? Well, neither did he.

The Moon's swollenness, whole of it, can move you but it's sheer girth, unmasked and resplendent, cannot take you back to where you belong. You are not the custodian of your world anymore, you silly little girl. Dead or dying, slowly slowly, quietly quietly you are getting to know him. Aye, you are a thief still, but he still likes your smile and still cherishes the sea of Galilee in your eyes that lights up the religion of your lie.

You came into this world today, yes, those Northern Lights your vessel, the music of it feels right, gently gently you had come here, but the pleasure of him is not your gift. The Moonlust is on you Tonight, you'll writhe and write on the dunes of sands and then on heartless paper, too. Exhausted you shall be, but there will be words, lots and lots of words, loads. You should talk to him more often, and seek him out, even if the world deems you mad for warbling to the Moon. Reveal all of your pinkness to him. As it is, you don't kiss him often enough for him to decide what type of Fiction you are. You should let him kiss you more, though to be sure, your kiss is not yours to give. Yet it isn't his to take either.

Now, say goodbye to the fourteenth of twenty, look the thirteenth is gone now, and welcome the newer Deaths, say hello. Cui Bono. He will see you later and see you more. Undeniably, ultimately, undoubtedly, he'll see more of you.
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Published on June 19, 2016 19:04 Tags: beautiful, does, eyes, fallow, full-moon, i-just-can-t, ilyy, lips, moods, moon, pinks, weird-things, what-s-wrong, with-you
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message 1: by Mir (new)

Mir You going out to see the rare solstice full moon tonight, Ashgar?


message 2: by Asghar (new)

Asghar Abbas oh, absolutely, Miriam :) Moon is so gorgeous these days or rather nights . As you must have guessed. This is about that rare event and about a certain girl.


message 3: by Mir (new)

Mir Hope you have a lovely time!


message 4: by Asghar (new)

Asghar Abbas Thank you so much :) you too .


message 5: by Mir (new)

Mir It clouded over :(


message 6: by Asghar (new)

Asghar Abbas oh no, that's not good. This summer solstice moon was rare as it coincided with the Strawberry Moon which happens only once in 70 years.


message 8: by Mir (new)

Mir Yes, it was disappointing. And surprising, as it is 100 degrees here... wasn't expecting clouds all of a sudden.


message 9: by Asghar (new)

Asghar Abbas This event left me bittersweet as well and full of yearning . If I was where I once were , there I had a terrace that allowed me to be bit more closer to the moon, if you will and full moons always felt so glorious and intimate there . And moonlight so balmy .


message 10: by Mir (new)

Mir Balmy nights when you can dream outside are great. Especially if free of mosquitoes!


message 11: by Asghar (new)

Asghar Abbas haha, yes, mosquitoes can be a buzzkill lol that's for sure


message 12: by Ṣafā (new)

Ṣafā "Can you feel the Moon tonight?"
Moon gravitates around the Earth, I gravitate around the moon.

This is poetry, I can read it out loud.

"You are only to look up, up up at him"
He's majestic.

"one look that lingers and he disrobes of his everything, all his glowing veneers. For you. He is but renowned for his shyness and for some parts of you."
Can't say that I feel the same.

"Silly Girl, who told you to remove your skin?"
"You protected him from all the suns and the stars in the skies" <3

"cannot take you back to where you belong"
But you can take it back.

"still cherish the sea of Galilee in your eyes that lights up the religion of your lie."

"the music of it feels right"
The music of this, it feels right.

You sure talk a lot about women.

Northern Lights and Moonlust. <3

"The Moonlust is on you Tonight, you'll writhe and write on the dunes of sands and then on heartless paper, too."
This is my favorite line.

"You should talk to him more often, seek him out"

"welcome the newer Deaths"

Resonant. I'm going to take a moment to know how I feel about this. My throat is dry. I'm struggling for words.
This was prophetic, it makes me smile. Should talk the moon more often than I already do. Thank you for giving it to the world. Thank you for giving us the moon back.


message 13: by Asghar (last edited Jun 13, 2017 01:40PM) (new)

Asghar Abbas Safa wrote: ""Can you feel the Moon tonight?"
Moon gravitates around the Earth, I gravitate around the moon.

This is poetry, I can read it out loud.

"You are only to look up, up up at him"
He's majestic.

"o..."


And thank you for reading it :) This is definitely one of my favorites.

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You sure talk a lot about women

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Haha, I do , don't I? Every writer writes in their own preferred genre, some invent new prose, I suspect this might be mine. Women, I think I am still Hemingwaying my way around this subject. Too bad, the subject matter is alive and breathing, but not sentient enough.


message 14: by Mir (new)

Mir Safa wrote: ""This is poetry, I can read it out loud..."

Such a weird coincidence -- I just made about the same comment on a different of Asghar's posts.


message 15: by Ṣafā (new)

Ṣafā Asghar wrote: "Safa wrote: ""Can you feel the Moon tonight?"
Moon gravitates around the Earth, I gravitate around the moon.

This is poetry, I can read it out loud.

"You are only to look up, up up at him"
He's ..."


Haha, I do , don't I? Every writer writes in their own preferred genre, some invent new prose, I suspect this might be mine. Women, I think I am still Hemingwaying my way around this subject. Too bad, the subject matter is alive and breathing, but not sentient enough.

Haha, may be. Yeah, one thing, vulnerability is a woman's undoing as well as her most powerful weapon, her strength.


message 16: by Ṣafā (new)

Ṣafā Miriam wrote: "Safa wrote: ""This is poetry, I can read it out loud..."

Such a weird coincidence -- I just made about the same comment on a different of Asghar's posts."


Haha. So I'm thinking that is it the writing or is it us. ;)


message 17: by Asghar (new)

Asghar Abbas Miriam wrote: "You going out to see the rare solstice full moon tonight, Ashgar?"

Superblood moon is happening again :) tonight 31th Jan


message 18: by Mir (new)

Mir I can see the full moon through a window. Last night it was quite large (er, close, I guess that means) but no red from here. Today is foggy, but maybe it will clear.


message 19: by Asghar (new)

Asghar Abbas It's not red here either :(


message 20: by Asghar (new)

Asghar Abbas But it's so cool that you can see it through a window :)


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