Spoon The Moon Poem by Butch Decatoria

To Spoon The Moon

I make smiles from shattered eyes
cry December's distracting frost

move my soul with hopeful sighs
and pray our devotion is not lost

It is the eve of renewal's glee
gave sad promises to spoon the moon

but in the haste of glass we freeze
pose with strangers who fill our room

sweat bemoans my reaching hand
your eyes are vacant with his lust

he bids the hours by your command
we smoke our feelings into dust

this boy is weak yet worships you
opens darkest gates to breed

now enter light that stirs, confused
my tears to scream still go unseen

i am a wish of hearts refused,
the sound of fallen poetry...