Your description of the moon is fascinating. It’s something that’s been personified by countless authors and artists, yet there’s no redundancy here. Bravo


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Thank you very much. That's an excellent point about the title.

I'm always amazed at poetry that successfully shifts my perspective from narrator to character. You've done that really well. I was honestly blown away for how creative it was that the moon and Ayla have this crazy relationship happening before your eyes.

That said, I would strongly consider re-titling this piece. I think the title is a little condescending, whether it's true or not. I also think that it gives too much away and colors the expectation with which the reader approaches the content. Truth be told, whether or not Ayla is psychotic, that intense interaction to/under the moon is amazing. In fact, I would say that having to view it through the lens of psychosis diminishes the magic of what you've written.

Ayla,  
one day I will solve the mystery for you,  
of when it became a trouble,  
to see things that others can't.

Like when you told me,  
if someone points out a beautiful moon,  
you instantly picture a stunning lady,  
smiling and joking.

You see a glimmer in her eyes,  
prettier than any gemstone in the bazaar.  
That you see all the hopes and fears,  
behind her chalky face of craters.  
She invites you to the sky with her with a wink.  
You blush there with the embarrassment of her nakedness,  
and shiver at the cold solace as she turns to hide.  
Then you stay there with her,  
until someone brings you back to earth.

Ayla,  
I wish you a million more night skies,  
though we don’t deserve  
to share your pleasure.

&amp;#x200B;

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Ode to a psychotic ex