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If I were the Moon
by Kerowyn RoseIf I were the moon
pulling ripples
along the water,
whispering to corn stalks,
and revelling in the poems
written for and about me;
I would pause to peer
into that one window
in your house
that has the lights on –
drapes open,
and watch you undress.
I would wait until
your head hits the pillow
and your breath
becomes even, then slip
into your dreams
where I would push
the hair back
from your face, then
give you gentle kisses until
the sun relights the sky.
01/17/2013 Author's Note: Sappy! hehe
Posted on 01/17/2013
Copyright © 2023 Kerowyn Rose
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/18/13 at 03:57 PM I await your arrival m'lady. Nice thoughts, take care! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/19/13 at 10:58 PM "pulling ripples along the water" is such a great phrase. This moon, with your guidance, makes for a fabulous dream time. |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 01/20/13 at 04:24 AM Excellent imagery, I was a ripple along the water reading this. |
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