Commoners

intrigue me

become this sleepless fate of mine

a little giggle of pleasing moon

blizzard of moons

go ahead

turn on me

against all odds

against the godlessness

of my cold hands

religious eyes

lets for this once pretend

we are who

we are

seekers lost

in a blinding fog

longingly searching

for a common

heart

jppestana december 23, 2016