~_Midnight. Heaven is
bathing, the window open.
Just a kiss away._
—Jane Miller, "American Odalisque", _The Gift of Tongues_
__He, the moon, and I__
written March 2nd, 2021
My love and I
look up at our night skies
during this midnight time we share
our eyes looking at
the same stars
in our heavens so far apart
the moon baths us
in its gentle light
embracing both of us
I am envious of the moon
touching my love
when I can not
so I ask the moon
to kiss him for me
lovers are we
he, the moon, and I.
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 5:26 PM UTC
~_Midnight. Heaven is
bathing, the window open.
Just a kiss away._
—Jane Miller, "American Odalisque", _The Gift of Tongues_
__He, the moon, and I__
written March 2nd, 2021
My love and I
look up at our night skies
during this midnight time we share
our eyes looking at
the same stars
in our heavens so far apart
the moon baths us
in its gentle light
embracing both of us
I am envious of the moon
touching my love
when I can not
so I ask the moon
to kiss him for me
lovers are we
he, the moon, and I.
This poem is a combination of truth, fiction, and imagination. Written while thinking about a friend far away.