Wax and Wane

written on an 18 hour bus ride from bosnia to germany...

I follow the moon as though she were my lover

Lavishing attention on her every curve

whether full-bodied or rail thin

deathly pale or blood red

I gaze up at her admiringly in response she turns to me

reflecting the inner longing of my soul.

Out of my lust she waxes with desire

ripening delicately about to burst

my eyes ravaged her

feasting gloriously until she transforms to her shadow self

fading in the fast approaching dawn.

I whisper lingering farewells and promise we will meet again

her body slightly altered 

but my love for her

blossoming richly as the nights speed on.

 

She will always remain

faithfully waiting in place

for my inevitable return

I, her nomadic gypsy wanderer

flush with conquering pride.

Reviews

[Zoe Jay]

All of your poetry is passionate and rich with imagery! As animals we all have a very primeval relationship with the moon, and I think your poem captures that wonderfully. I love the idea of looking at and absorbing the beauty of the moon, as being a relationship with a lover. It's a nice slant and a well executed write! You use very full, descriptive words which gives your work a real sensuality, for example, "Out of my lust she waxes with desire, ripening delicately about to burst". Gorgeous!

[ChristianM]

Interesting poem. You evoke feelings I didn't know I had for the moon,
until now. lol
Great job.