Full moon, suspended
Dangling, florescent,
golden ball, I worship thee,
viewed in your entirety
You're like my loves
Scintillating,
while they last.
Wanting a love to endure
not wax and wane like moons
Disillusioned
by desires
for love to burn eternal.
My love and I bathing in
the golden glow of moonbeam
cast upon us like a floodlight
Lie in her circle of luminesque
our bodies still and in repose
naked, arms and legs intertwined.
Motionless bodies captured
in a circle of stagelight
like a fawn caught in flight and
suddenly stilled at twilight
one leg lifted,
ears cocked
lithe body poised
frozen,
like a still life.
Floodlight reflection
cool
hot
white
photo courtesy of DubbleX
