Orbiting
I see the moon and a single pulsing star;Static and proud, guardians of a night sky.Her luminescence warms my thigh,And a gentle breeze kisses my soul. A white chocolate Malteser: replete withCraters and dust, ingredients of a young love.I see the moon, the moon sees me,And she is all orbit and resplendence. Her quiet light breaks me. I long for piecesOf her on my tongue; … Continue reading Orbiting
