Across millions of starlit miles,
someone - somewhere -
whispers sweet somethings.
They will be holding each other;
some part, some limb,
touching skin closely.
Or not.
Across millions of starlit miles,
unknown gases
comingle, perhaps
even thoughts are visible:
no words, no sound,
nothing we might know.
But it's still making love,
by the light of a verdigris moon.
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | May 16, 2010 - 17:50
This one jogged my memory, Ewan.
May's full moon which is on the 27th, called the Dyad Moon, was thought to be auspicious for those seeking a partner.
Hence, this poem is indeed well-timed;-)
Tina
camilla | May 16, 2010 - 18:23
I love verdigris moon
Moonlight | May 16, 2010 - 18:44
Someone - somewhere enjoyed this.
Me too.
niki72 | May 17, 2010 - 08:07
Yes I was that someone too.
rjnewlyn | May 19, 2010 - 22:20
Deep space and all it's possibilities is a great thing. There's a Le Guin short story somewhere about the likelihood that someone somewhere out there is writing a story in which we are the characters - possible in infinite probability. It stuck in my mind for some reason, as this does.