He said he thought of her
When he looked at the moon
In quiet opalescent morning hours
A lonely traveler passing through vacant streets
The moon’s waxing to full, waning to new
Reminded him of her body
Soft in her phasing pregnant age
As it waxed to full, waned to renew
He believed he could hear moonlight
Its glow shining through her smile
In late hours spent spooning
Their bodies a puzzle fit of laughter
And he confessed he was haunted by visions of her eyes
Curious gateways to the boundless cosmos
Each amber fleck an impassioned reminder
Of the wishes he hurled at the evening sky
She divinely gifted as his life’s greater design
He was grateful to her for igniting his heart
The fabled flame with an ever present burn
That would smolder in some hours annihilate him at others
A soul love mirroring the cyclic moon
Waxing to full, waning anew
E.A. O'Connell
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