Moon, light
his room for me
bathe him with
silver, wake him
slowly
and moon, when he wants
you, needs your
light on his skin, when
he opens the window to let
you in fully, then moon
move on.
I think this was written in 2005 for an online writing course Helen and I took together.
Tuesday, August 7, 2018
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Lovely. I'm a sucker for a good moon poem.
ReplyDeleteI just finished commenting on Kim's very sensuous poem . . . is there something in the air?
ReplyDeleteI love this. Especially the last line.
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