August 08, 2002

the moon?

my breath catches as i look up to see the coral sun dancing off to bed through the leafy boughs over me, and i know that night is close upon. you call to me and i gaze into your eyes for just a moment, loosing the good night kiss of my setting sun.

angered i look towards you to fill my lose and see that you hold the heat of the day inside your heart. your beauty is alive in my bed, and i know my eye may long for the love of the sun at night but your beauty shall sustain me all the nights i live beneath it. the stars gaze down at me telling me the moon is a god to all men, but i laugh and confess that the sun is the god of my day and your body is the only thing i worship in my nights.

i have heard the moon moves enchanting those to worship it, casting the blues of the oceans into the dark of the sky. but my heart doubts this, as i have seen it still and silent unable to dance before me. the moon has no powers over me, for your love lights my bowl allowing me to drink till i am full and ripe with all that i need. it has been said that the moon owns the beauty of the night, and the innocents of a child. next to your face how could anything stand so proud.

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