That Voyeur Moon

There’s a humid haze ‘round the waxing moon,

And the sound of distant sirens wailing.

Our night together is over too soon,

We’re trying to say goodbye, but failing.

The luminous disc of light in the sky

Looks down on us as we kiss our farewell,

A lump in my throat and tear in my eye,

Returning once more to my lonesome hell.

I need you, my darling, close by my side,

For we have waited far too long for this.

The pain of absence I cannot abide,

Let us stay here forever in this kiss.

Meanwhile that voyeur moon hovers above

Eavesdropping upon our whispers of love.

© Jupiter Grant 2021