For D.M.T.
The moon is battering my blinds tonight
Bright like
The sun’s only wife. Making
consummation
with the east only because
No One
Is watching
I was seventeen
You always said your best friend
Was
an “ethereal beauty”
I guess I forgot to tell you
You were too
the sieve and the sand 
This is fantastic.
Your short-verse just nails it.
Thank you so much!