Once in a Blue Moon

I will always remember 
the taste of the Moon.
 

the crispy edges etched into
soft crumbs that
hold sweet fillings and
loveless bites
 

lotus flowers,
ripped
with vigour, torn
into the stems of pleasure
 

silver teardrops that fall
like snow in seasoned days
as the moon rises 
fated forever
 

arrows sharp 
like shining lanterns 
scorched into sun
of ten, nine fell
 

the sweet dreams of youth
hence immortalised in memory
threatened 
by the elixir of loss
 

I wait to seek you
in my own sweet dream,
a moment of triumph,
an eternal rest
 

so now I present to you,
handmade with love,
the words from my youth
forever sealed 
in the sticky lotus
mooncakes
of my love.
 

I long to remember
the taste of the Moon.
 
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