The Moon, My Moon
Forever Moon
I don’t write poetry
At least not very often.
But the way you dance across my skin
Like waves of milky tonic,
Creates a dizzying spell, releasing me from all my problems.
As though you own every sonnet and were meant to travel time to beam down upon me softly, night after night.
You erased, eradicated and dissolved every chance the sun had of waking me up.
For I don’t want to leave this hazy daydream. Full of floating clouds, dapper stars and what it may mean.
A place where you are mine and mine alone, to sit and love and ponder a world where we could be one.
Oh moon, my moon, the moon, I don’t want to fall from your arms.
Beam me up, oh moon, and call me yours forever as we dance in the night and whisper silly things, until we hear our alarms that free us from our dreams.
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K.H. Obergfoll
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Comments (11)
Congratulations on top story for October!
The way you dance across my skin, nice!
Nice!! Congratulations on top story!!🎉🎉🎉
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dreamy and wistful...congratulations on your top story
Congratulations on TS.
congratulations on TS. This is so beautiful and so peaceful. It should always be the perfect ending to any day.
this was a beautiful piece. pulled the moon closer, might watch the moon tonight. Got me thinking what was the thought behind the pen?
A joyful read
Such a tender and dreamy piece! It feels like a love letter written on starlight. The moon really does feel like it’s listening, doesn’t it? ✨
I love the milky tonic metaphor of moonlight across your skin: isn't it spectacular how we can feel like we are all alone with this wonderful planet that has graced so many lives, that it is ours to hold? A beautiful poem for someone who writes she doesn't write poetry!