day 12: keep-away

Hair strokes catch like crescents of the moon--
I dream of running from this in full color.
Appears like light-caught wisteria in June,

Hair strokes catch like crescents of the moon.
Swanning limbs away to a long-familiar tune;
uncharted land I shouldn’t discover.

Hair strokes catch like crescents of the moon--
I dream of running from this in full color.