But how could I ever forget last night’s dream of the bleeding sun making her plunge toward his body of silk how I watched your cerulean eyes witness those delicate seconds before her total immersion into the reposed lilies and sleeping kelp but just as her back grazed the horizon the moon arose from the evening dew showers of fireflies exploding from the lips of his yawn-- an aria to her melting lobes how I listened to the thrum of your throat while you hummed along and as we stood in their dusk waiting for the exchange I swear time had been interrupted while they stared into each other’s iridescence we could see them both in all their glory and with my arrival back into the dawn it hit me like a sonic boom almost as if I were the sun and you were the moon
From the last two into this verse...
this has a bit of a different feel altogether...
the highlighted moments throughout the read...
and ends with a comparison...
adds an add touch with the last 3 lines...
It's interesting that you started this poem with "But". It makes me think that this may be a reply to something someone else has said.
The way you paint the images of the sun and moon and have them as female and male.
It's a pretty piece of poetry
'it hit me like a sonic boom
almost as if I were the sun
and you were the moon"
Thank you for the amazing poem. The above lines gave the poem a perfect ending.
Coyote