honey asunder
the moon retreats in grief
licking the wounds
of the moves of fools
half rotation of a leaf
it wanders the sky
full of little white lies
spilled forth from the swarming hive
never to see
a moon sad as he
is honey lost that i've
once it was buried
like a pit in a cherry
stuck in the sultry sap
with its ocular gears
it looks to its fears
seeing others immersed in la meil
la luna does cry
meteors from its eyes
but none that the honey would feel
charon or io
would be just as good though
a replacement with more tidal pull
fingers green from copper
and no better offer
blackest when it is new
