the destination was

not known when the engine was

started that day

yet when a windstorm came up

and a real mean gust

cannot be avoided

and a big cold strong drink was

needed for some reason

the stop was made here and

the clouds roll in and

I could not hear your words

anymore and there were no

more collected desires out side

that day or that were at

a desperate point but the

giant pools of your eyes drew me

in and a few black beers with

steamy soup and I can

not remember what

entered the exit of that

evening besides both of us

in the hot bath tub and

a basic destruction of

the final end of the moon

yet where we slept

was the same pillow but not

sad just not facing each other

and not the same time

or existence or place

Yet you are my silver moon