The Moon

I saw a piece of the moon. Hanging haughtily, tantalizing me with her warm hue. She looked so ripe. So tasty. So elegant. Like a slice of orange waiting to be taken. She knew she was beyond reach. That made her smile. She was a temptation. A seducer. She'd gladly make people think that she was available. That somebody could make her hers or his.

I was caught. Imbued by a certain feeling I couldn't recognize. Could it be that I was longing for the moon?

Till now I still believe that somewhere, Lunitari the red moon and Nuitari the black moon are there...