28 April 2008

Moon


I haven’t seen the moon with sheen
like this before, or are my eyes too
bright tonight? Two jugs of wine rest
easily between my ears or I would
hear your lusty sigh – he’s mine you’d
say, a lover’s sign I durst resist.

But I’m not pissed I’d cry – maudlin –
yes, I must concede, & kissed for sure;
but you, my beauty thus can lead me
where you need me be. I’d lie in cold
embrace with you to keep the peace.
© 15 April 2008, I. D. Carswell