Miles David Moore



The moon has your face tonight,
hiding behind black-violet veils
of clouds, coy, intimating nothing.

Like an orange outside the grasp
of a starving child, you stab my heart.
All longing is the same.

No natural light penetrates
this street; the lampposts rule.
The high-rises have mothered

them from their concrete wombs,
bidding us rejoice in coldness,
disdaining the celestial tease.

The moon has phases. Though I pray
not, you might be one. The clouds
pull tight, tight around your mouth.

Miles David Moore is founder and host of the Iota poetry reading series in Arlington, VA. He is a member of the board of directors of The Word Works and administrator of its annual Washington Prize. His books are The Bears of Paris (Word Works, 1995); Buddha Isn't Laughing (Argonne House Press, 1999); and Rollercoaster (Word Works, 2004).


Published in Volume 7, Number 3, Summer 2006.


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