yes...moon delivering to meA Poem by Shirlenai feel love love writing poems about the moon
crazy…I favor midnight affairs even if it isn’t mine I love someone else’s love but now it is the moon reaching into my pockets tugs away at skirt linings without interfering with flair for the eclectic and doesn’t breath impressed by singleness thus far and oh yes preservation see’s with passionate ripples and now…well the moon you know how I love my moon is reaching for me
moon reaching for me rotating like itunes on a good evening nah sistah love as this is the stance of fighting ignorance naievete’ desperation no longer writhing in desolation It’s gone be said in as many syllables as can be said
breaking it down as only I can take it contemplating over shapes of pale circle awe of colossal roundness bathed in light wrapped in bliss of navy deep bragging lauding you know how it does and you know how I love… love a big jovial laughing star moon that at last suspends there… and not so far from me anymore yessss misses sister…my turn
my moon reaches for me
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