moon slivers

fading crescents
under your eyes
I watch you as you sleep

white half circle
under your thumbnail
hiding beneath your skin

two semicircles, my lips
meeting yours
forming wholes as we kiss

I would say I love you
but words are naught but
slivers of the moon

faint outlines
barely hinting at the enormity
of what is we

11 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Eric
    May 04, 2013 @ 01:49:35

    Love that last stanza… Play it again, Sam! 😉

    Reply

  2. Shackled and Crowned
    May 04, 2013 @ 02:27:09

    Beautiful, Whimsy.
    I’m waiting for another one of your recordings.

    Reply

  3. billgncs
    May 04, 2013 @ 02:42:24

    just like the bicycle – each word perfectly balanced.

    Reply

  4. typewriterpoet
    May 04, 2013 @ 04:27:37

    lovely lovely…..

    Reply

  5. simonhlilly
    May 04, 2013 @ 10:02:33

    she pours it all out
    empty, ringing.
    she knows
    fullness will come again
    and she will pour
    herself empty
    without regret.
    teach us,
    mother moon.

    Reply

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  7. I HAVE A VOICE
    May 04, 2013 @ 22:15:21

    dreamland !

    Reply

  8. lucidwritingandvisuals
    May 05, 2013 @ 21:20:32

    Love the first two stanzas and the last one.

    Lucy

    Reply

  9. agjorgenson
    May 07, 2013 @ 20:47:48

    “words are not but slivers of the moon” a line to die for!

    Reply

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