The moon is slut colored red. Yes!!! Love this

hello dearest poet you make me wonder who you are I think you know me from DU…this is so full of hunger and passion ❤️ p.s there were only a few that really impressed me but clearly you are one…

I like how the poem moves beautifully from quiet whispers to a bold, sensual crescendo. The shift from the quiet “loneliness of lips” to the sudden, overwhelming urgency of the final lines is brilliant. I never would have thought to describe the moon as “slut coloured red” -that vivid, daring language perfectly captures the poem’s alive energy.

i love how you interpret my tatty words. you just may have inspired me to write something called ‘slut’. that word carries such negative connotations, but within the language lexicon, it is a universal desire scream. thank you romaj.

you are a master writer so full of passion makes me long to know you ❤️

Raw and unforgettable, this poem is an unfiltered outpouring of a messy, deeply-felt heartbreak.

Grief, love, and memory twist together like the cube itself, and the striking imagery -from the “petrol pirouette” to the painful truth that “yellow bleeding into orange doesn’t always promise a sunset” perfectly captures that internal chaos.

The frustration of the Rubik’s Cube beautifully reflects the struggle to reconcile a beautiful memory with the painful reality of loss and betrayal.

I love it. It’s brilliant and beautifully written.

Dein Gedicht gefällt mir sehr gut, lieber Daniel! I like the use of opposites and your beautiful imagery. And I absolutely agree with your last line. Very well penned!