Cheshire Moon

He left without me
and the moon just smiled

The night was confused
vernal equinox 
spewing chunks of ice,  
throwing bolts of lightening
like arrows 
dashing from Cupid’s quivering bow

my tears turn to mist
as the wind 
blows the stars 
across the busy sky
Orion
reaches out to comfort me
not yet ready for solace
I wander 
lusting after pomegranates 
in a field full of sins

The moon’s smile fades
through mourning