Letting the moon pour over me...
I realized the Moon- He is a MAN
And love is all He seeks.
He reflects the light of a golden sun,
A lover always just beyond his touch-
And how are you and I so different?
Longing for the perfect "such and such"?
The smell, the feel, the leather glove,
Made for you- and you alone.
The touch, the way- the perfect fit-
Like muscle around it's bone.
The man in the MOON was smiling-
He's in love with the "girl in the world"-
But I'm a fool to think it's me-
An aging- simple girl...
And yet, I felt his love come down,
and cover me in light-
He whispered- unabashedly,
That "I" was his delight-
"Few take the time to revel in me",
He said, without remorse,
But those who do- and find the truth,
Will find an altered course!
And so- I sit here tonight-
Touched by a wild full moon.
And I wonder- is he a lover I can trust?
Or not?
Thinking of Ande, Sean, Brian, Foamy, Ted (wherever you are!), NYD, and the rest of my beloved bloggers in this space. I so miss you.
cora.blue@hotmail.com-
or- you are free to text me at 919.903.4188- seriously- all my phone stuff is free :) I'd love to hear from you ♥
3 comments:
Well, you do know where to fine me .. :-)
Yes- my dear Foamy- I do :)
Anon...wear a bib next time. It will keep the dribble off your rubber suit.
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