Facing the Moon
It is a beautiful sunset
The dusk of night slowly enters
This chilly winter night
It’s not about seeing
The moon rise splendid in the sky
Like a light of love high above
Shining warmth to the shivering bare branches
Upon the first flakes of snow
Tumbling to ground
Inhaling the fragrance of fresh air all around
Like a delicate scent lingering
Her perfume captivates my desires
Lingerie on the corner bedpost
It’s not about seeing, or desire
It’s about my heart longing
For her eternal flame
The cold winters nights
Hide not the warmth
Firewood glows, illuminating our night
Her playful kisses
Upon my cold open lips
Make this a moonlight delight
As I delve into her hips
Notes: I call this a Mirror poem based on the one done by Charmaine Chircop, and thus the inspiration for this poem! Her poem is called " FACING THE SUN "
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