She reads by moonlight

She reads by moonlight—
real books of ink and paper.
She watches television
with the sound off.

She leaves Spotify running
as she fades to sleep—
volume low as a blanket
so she’ll dream her own songs.

She loves my poetry but never
wants to meet the poet.
She’d rather fill in the gaps
with her imagination.

I’d just destroy her image of me
with my mundane reality.

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2 Responses to She reads by moonlight

  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    A lovely read of imagination and reality.

    Liked by 1 person

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