Does it really shine on me and shine on you?
Does it bring us together across the chasm of time and space?
Casting good fortune?
Brightest on the darkest nights.
Smothered by the meekest candle,
Never seen on city streets.
You can look at the moon from anywhere
But, cheerful as the moon may be,
You can only catch moonlight
In the darkest of places.
Magical is moonlight
As it shines across your breasts
Your skin, like alabaster, glows pale and smooth
And calls to me
to lay a gentle touch upon your breast
A joining of energy, powerful, poignant.
. . .
I think this poem of sorts is yet unfinished.
You can only catch moonlight
In the darkest of places.
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