A Poem for Lovers

Give me the moon.
Fling a rope
and pull her down.

Chip a piece away and
set it in gold filigree before
you put her back in the sky.

A night dancing in times gone by,
fueled by candles and velvet and
silk ribbons in my hair.

I want dark lipstick
and light champagne,
a slow waltz a gilded ballroom.

Share a hazy evening
on a balcony overlooking rose gardens,
then a languid morning.

Give me romance,
this dreamy existence,
art in the form of you.

[Written December 8th, 2016]


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