You Lotus-Eaters

You languid lotus-eaters of the moon
so lush from supping honeyed lunar light,
your slow ambrosial feasts of stars each night
and chilled desserts glazed with hazy whims
- they leave you starved for wholesome solemn days,
for which you think you'd have no appetite;
yet look: you're frail, regard how sapped and slight,
as fastings from the real world deprive
much rarer daring dreams from waking alive.

You Lotus-Eaters © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: April 4, 2020