How High is the Moon? by Kim BennettI should have asked,
How high is the moon?
That luminous orb
strung to the earth by
invisibility.
Profile view:
A slight curve of lips.
Lips that silence me with sweetness,
as I hide my eyes in reply.
Droplets fall from sky
to flesh.
A warm nocturnal storm
Deaf and blind,
spotlights and applause
between world and cloud
vanish in our frozen time.
Still.
Still as the curved woman carved into
the fountain, over-flowing.
Near the tree weaved in ivy.
Watching a strong neck bend,
just below fingers braided between
colours of coffee and cream.
An image to fit for a Grecian Urn.
Flash and thunder.
The embrace breaking
arms, not eyes.
The incessant storm soaks the skin,
refreshes the voice that says
I love you to the moon.
02/17/2007 Author's Note: Another poem for the boyfriend. I'm aware of the cliche lines. :P
Posted on 02/18/2007 Copyright © 2024 Kim Bennett
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