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
whimsy~mimsy 
May 04, 2013 @ 01:49:35
Love that last stanza… Play it again, Sam! 😉
May 04, 2013 @ 02:27:09
Beautiful, Whimsy.
I’m waiting for another one of your recordings.
May 04, 2013 @ 02:42:24
just like the bicycle – each word perfectly balanced.
May 04, 2013 @ 04:27:37
lovely lovely…..
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.
May 04, 2013 @ 22:15:21
dreamland !
May 04, 2013 @ 22:52:30
Thank you!!
May 05, 2013 @ 21:20:32
Love the first two stanzas and the last one.
Lucy
May 07, 2013 @ 20:47:48
“words are not but slivers of the moon” a line to die for!
May 08, 2013 @ 01:21:49
🙂