


I was watching
The face of the moon
Watching me
When the moon winked at me
I thought, you loon
The moon can’t wink at you
I could see the eye wrinkle
At the time I was overcome
I considered it an unusual present
A wrinkle in time
I felt my heart bloom with joy
I continued watching wanting more
Blow me a kiss
Pucker those dark grey lips
Speak to me
Give me more to reflect on…
©anitadawes 2020
I like what you’ve written, making the moon in relationship with the observer, and really liked the humor you put into it.
Elizabeth
https://soulsmusic.wordpress.com
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Thank you, Elizabeth!
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