glance - Blackout Poetry Notes

Smothering Embrace

I glanced up
and there above me,
in smothering embrace
of the August night
was the moon,
pregnant with light.

Writing opens up deepest thought
and is a quiet glance
into my truth.

Turning to take a last glance,
he's young and kind and naturally, I can't fancy him,
I thought, surveying my companion.