CRESCENT MOONA Poem by C. M. MillerA space in time just before sleeping.
Were you aware?
While you slept?
My finger lightly traced your jaw line, and along that soft edge of you I felt both your firm resolve and gentle compassion.
Were you aware?
While you slept?
That I nuzzled your ear and
whispered the most quiet of whispers
ever whispered, thanking you for rose petals on the floor, tea mugs for two, bottomless steak-fries, dog mountain, nautical nellies, half dome, murphys, and hanging in the air, for sticks turned blue, and for swans and hamburgers in paradise, too. Were you aware?
While you slept?
The slight, excited tremble of my body as I slipped my hand into yours, falling asleep against the crescent moon of you. While you slept,
were you aware? © 2021 C. M. MillerFeatured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
737 Views
14 Reviews Shelved in 3 Libraries
Added on April 2, 2008Last Updated on January 16, 2021 Author
|