moon and I

moon mood and reflection

disturbed by the tender trickle

of little waves upon my feet

rise of a glowing stone mute and

forgotten amid the lucid backdrop

of a piercing star-filled night

down the shoreline two strangers of

my imagination fuck on a blanket and

wet sand with smooth simple loving

closing my eyes to the sea-breeze

I strain to hear them but their moans

are low and private into the ear

their night is fine without us, moon

and I as mute and forgotten as 

shadows drowned in their waves

this night is fine without me, I have

my own secrets to tell tonight

and the moon as my only witness

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