’17

The moon passes across the sun as does doubt cross in front of my belief in my self.

I've been worried lately about something

hard to define, a suspension of self

in the sky; battery and darkness.

I want to be eclipsed, temporarily,

and left in the shadow of something small,

but still a part of me. Unrestrained

to live out these fantasies. To be alone

and unchaste; resigned to the moon

in my heart, I want to be corrupted.