love · poems · poets · Writing


Toes tingling, walking along the hot sand.
Sweating from the searing heat of the dying sun.
Wishing for a lick of cool breeze on my skin.
That’s not on my mind though.
Her eyes are like golden pools.
Her hair is black as night,
With stars strewn throughout.
I’m electrified by the touch of her fingers.
Emboldened by the taste of her lips.
She is a goddess above all others.
Her light is pure.
Her light is truth.
She is the moon and I belong to her.
Too powerful to be encased in an Earthly body.
She’s not mine.
She will be.

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