Monday, August 22, 2011

Love poem on Moonlight


The Good Night Kiss

The weary bones show life.
The night clock ticks it countdown
to a buzz, signaling the beginning.
The end of the night, and we
are still growing together.  Moonlight
covers the nakedness of bathing
in the midnight shine of the fullness
of a shared bed. Strange,
I work tomorrow.

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