half moon rises against a black sky (scanned notebook)

Half moon rises against
a black sky, like a
large white eye caught
in half a wink,
warmth of a late
August rubbing
against me as I
stumble from the
porch, the carress of
night making the empty-
ness more acute -- I
am Peter Pan always
running away from
home, in real life as
as a kid, in my mind as
an adult, needing to
to feel the world
pressing against my limbs,
tasting it on the tip
of tongue, embracing
it with both my arms to
keep it close -- this
moonlight like a
powerful drink, leaving
me drunk and
staggering as I
stumble through the night.