Moon Salve
If I could coat myself in it,
a thick, luminous tincture
of ground moonstones, gods’ tears
If their grace could leech into me
through my channels and meridians
If I could lasso the beams into my chalice
and drink deeply,
perhaps my muscles would soften,
realizing their weariness and
rest, at last
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