talk to the moon

get to the useless talk
the how-are-you's it's-been-too-long's
I've been stuck and you've been spinning
give me something to understand
sick of secrets only-tell-god's
that distant gaze of yours
I'm used to now I know better
than your nearness
just speak my language
I'll touch the lips and bruises
the dark and the eyelashes
I'll see again if you'll look
at me again
i want to know