Moon Woman
The Moon and a woman
there is no movement.
The Moon is...
As is the woman.
Someone kissed me.
The woman or the Moon?
They travel on the wind
I've heard...
Kisses?
Carried on a breeze.
the splash of a wave on my belly,
loose hair on my arm.
Or was that the sea?
The taste of night air from soft lips
From the breeze or the woman?
With this night
This woman
This Moon.
All the same perhaps.
Am I just a collection of vapor
Light shining through me
excited molecules passing under a Moon.
A servant of energies greater than myself
blending seamlessly
To that which is.
Now.
With this Moon
and this beautiful woman
I will put away aimless thoughts
And enter a world
a magical world
Of another kiss.
A tongue.
A taste.
filling me.