Jerusalem moon

anticipating scars of moonlight
tapping my window
from my Jerusalem moon
when city worshipers sleep
exhausted defending their gods
with sticks, stones, history & verses
I rise to pray in my own way
evidence of faith weighs heavy
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I've been marking calendars
tracking phases of the moon
in the 12 constellations,
counting blue stars
I know them by name.
fading smile wilt
from sheets of cold nights
the perfect treat for my bitter silence
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Where is this patience taking me?
there are no clouds
in the Jerusalem night sky,
somethings not wanted, pretenders
circles in the sky painted with milk,
dying in the mirror looks easy
pacifying this old infant in me takes time.
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my entries of once upon a time
scratched, rewritten to "before time,"
staining her rosy pillow lips
with the moody ink of my pen...
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Is she mad?
I just wanted to stretch back into
both ends of her "forever"....
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I want to flee this human skin
to be infected, return to dust,
to be the sky & matter that holds her,
my, adore...  
aptly named elsee.
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I want to morph where ever she is,
I just wanted (elsee) my Jerusalem moon
in my hands,
part of God's peaceful creation
in the Jerusalem night sky....  
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Jan 29, 2023