Kiss The Moon
She waits till the moonlight shines through her window
She lights her candle, and her pen follows, her thoughts become poems by moonlight.
The company of fire guides her sight
To leave these words on paper might be a sin
This poetry must end up on skin
She waits patiently every night, and he always shows up.
If you call it obsession, she calls it love
Even when he’s fighting the darkest clouds, he still finds a way to glance at her to remind her of his love
Her heart wants to give back to him so much, so soon
If only she can Kiss The Moon
what can she possibly give to him?
Her love poems written in the light from his face, her pen moves with grace
She’s found a way to share his love and to feel his touch on her skin. Channeling it through poetry and perfume to become, poetry on skin!