When Our Love is a Waning Moon

When our love is a waning moon
that trails its toe in velvet sky,
sweep its glitter into a spoon,

exhale with lovers' moonless sigh,
and hold your thumb to what is missed
that trailed its toe in velvet sky.

Here is a girl who is needing kissed.
You know by the way she pouts her lips
and holds her thumb to what is missed.

When our love is a silver slip,
knit slowly fuller, spidersilk fine.
You know by the way we pout our lips

when our love is a valentine.
Blotted lipstick swells night's cheek
knit slowly fuller, spidersilk fine.

Every month when moonlight's sleek,
the night wind hungrily will croon
of blotted lipstick on night's cheek.
Sweep its glitter into a spoon.


Survivor Bonus 1: Terzanelle / Valentine