My sleepy eyes awakened to him
as his dew of gold cast its' light
upon my churning seas of green
I become the fickle lover of the moon
as midnight draws the covers over my heart,
listening to the mystery of wisdom,
all the while yearning for anothers caress
Walking through the fog of winters dampness
with a collar of protection,
layer upon layer of emotional residue,
I am a wanton in disguise
for I long to strip naked in his presence,
as he makes love to the heat of passion
he has instilled in me,
Docile and complacent in afterglow
He is my gypsy lover always to return,
showing the meaning of hope,
teasing and tantilizing my desire
with loveletters from the sky
I was assured of his arrival today,
for I felt the flame of his kiss upon my lips,
He chased the moon away in good riddance,
once again I shall plead for him to stay
~You make love an art~
Patricia
