NewMoon

I awoke to the 
moon disappearing ever so 
slowly into the folds
of the soft pillows
sleeping next to me 
I landed there softly 
with fingers quietly touching 
the celestial landscape the 
high ridges of brow
slipping down into the 
soundly sleeping crescent eyes
and down into my
lunula’s hollow of mouth 
when at once turning 
slowly away from me 
my moon which shone 
has now turned new