When The Moon Hangs Blue

When The Moon Hangs Blue

When the moon hung
blue in the sky,
I attached all my hopes
to your whispered promises;
softly articulated lies
like rose petals hiding
cruel thorns of veracity.
Blind to the truth,
I heard and saw no more than
what I needed at the time.
You made it so easy
with your inviting smiles
of warm desire fashioned
for only me, the object
of all your pent up passion.
You bade me welcome
to wade into your
warm waters of seduction.
Gladly, I followed where you led,
willingly, I turned
my heart over to your care.
Never had I known, before,
that raw truth can be ugly,
stark in its unfolding.
Not until I found you
in bed with another she,
as besotted with you
as only one in love can be.
So I leave her to you;
I will not beg, rage
or make ultimatums,
but silently take the
broken pieces of my heart
and, in time, patch them
back into a functioning
organ, once again,
when the moon hangs blue
in a late September sky...