Notebooks full of daydreams
melt candles on window sills,
but, there’s a block…
in my flow of ink;
syllables in a conundrum
tossing out words
that fill empty spaces
running roughshod over pronouns
while adjectives take the stage
and glitter a waning, blue moon.
He said, “If only
I could see inside your head,”
I answered, “Oh, but,my heart
is so much more enticing,
Come closer.” He was shaking;
my eyes dance
and glitter a waning, blue moon.
Arms sheltered us,
like a steel umbrella,
rain untouching, daffodils
reach to tickle knees and
light as far as we can see
beckons dusk, fades stars
and glitters a waning, blue moon.
These nights are tender;
his hands, cradle my face
lips wander, curiously,
whispering sighs, kisses, soft
on repeat
while clock hands move
like breaths, like heartbeats
and glitter a waning, blue moon.
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