Memorable in Love #poetry #photography

poetry penned in moon dust

Calling  in the heat of passion

as the moon and stars collide

saying it over and over

it wasn’t my name he cried

intent on our l’amour

a height that I can render

baby, baby, baby

the only name he could remember

thrusting forth in slumber

he writhes and then he screams

I waken to the noise

he needs me not it seems

alone – covers and I

“was there ever love?” I wondered

too many tears to cry

our vows were tossed asunder


Photograph: “Just a Sip” © L. Moon 2013

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