the dark side of the moon

the moon splashes
its

light which doesn't belong
to it,
not really,

the sun is sharing what it has
across the coin
of dust
and rocks,
craters.

shiny remnants of vistors
past.

but she's full, this orb.
this thief of light.

a wife.

a glow. an image.

we're in love, me and this moon.
this pure
object
of desire.

not real, the heart says.
not real.

the dark side, is her true
self.
not what's in
your sight.