Moon o’clock
just waiting for dim moon o’clock
to slowly embrace and unlock
the fragile beast inside me
for only your eyes to see,
for only your lips to feel,
to guess, to caress, to unveil
the crippled greek statue i carry inside,
shaped like i soul i can no longer hide.
i’ve broken the mirrors, avoid people’s eyes,
their extravagant pity or grins of despise,
don’t keep any photos or objects that might
cast memories of me in the cruel daylight -
i’ve made quite a cozy world for myself,
but everything changes when your clock strikes twelve,
when sweet inner devils start moaning again
and throwing themselves in the old gambling den.
the game is now ready to start,
let’s not use words like “love” or “heart”,
let’s dive in without any knock,
uncover our own moon o’clock.
