Slither.

Let us slither
Beneath
The flutter of a careless moon
You and I are very much the same
In intensity
And adversity
And cluttering blues
So, soon
Soon
They will laugh at us
And we don't blame them
Much of this is funny.
So let us laugh along
And slither secretly.
Our words 
Are small
And pointless 
An really not
Puffed or glamorized
In any way
But we plaster together
Like connective tissue
Melted by flames
Here is hushed
Poetry
In the form of whispers
Cheesy and 
Really  unprofound as it is
I wish more then anything
For you and I to
Slither into the cosmos
And burn to the form
Of glistening stars
Under a more than ever
Careless moon.