At The Rooftop

tried to hold the hands of
the moon
at the rooftop
to my literal disappointment
shunning away
any metaphor
it has none of the arms i need
it has no hands that hold
mine

sometimes i blame
the literal world about
unfulfilled fantasies

about dreams taken away
from the breasts of
the words
about love ripped of
its literature
that which must exist only in the mind
in order to survive
the harsh
hails.