Faithless Moon
Close in height we sit,legs crossed on blankets laid.
Music, two glasses filled
burning in my throat and eyes
I watch shadows cavort in tee light
charms, transforming us
to light and shade.
I lean back naked for you
but I'm not watching stars
play around the ceiling
just feeling through the
fog and mist of our
inebriated silence.
Its now you look at me
and push away the ashtray
as I unwind my legs to hook
around and draw you in
almost careless in our greed
to knead and feed this force
Outside feckless moon flirts
on his reflected gaze and
I'm lost in hazy interpretations
as I cling and bring my lips
to flatter as a smattering of
stars play energetic games
behind the back of moon.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2009-08-14 at 08:20
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