If looks could kill would we wear eye masks keep a sight line’s distance cuddle blindfolded If looks could kill would we get our shots from needles instead of the old fashioned way If looks could kill would we look at each other longingly? They can we do good looks can kill yet we bomb everyone
Our prompt today at napowrimo.net: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.”
I love the moon. I’ve never had the urge to write one word about her. It made sense to me to not fight that. So I offer this one instead, With art from The Met of course.