 |
| http://davids-pics.blogspot.com/2007/09/moon-watching.html |
alone with Jack, the moon is full
and she is naked in the water
and it's hot. If she could be
in salty ocean waves, she'd
laugh and jump and swallow
foam but she is here with Jack
and it is hot, and she has taken
off her clothes and feels the jets
ignite against her skin but
it's not near enough. So dark,
no bugs because a breeze
is gently kissing earth. She needs a
kiss, she needs a touch,
Jack cannot do enough
for her, the moon cannot,
she is alone. The water
feels so good, but Jack is
gone. The glass is empty,
as the night is empty.
But her heart is full,
a reinvention of herself
that has no need of
company
until
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2015
No comments:
Post a Comment