Trecherous moon,
that earth-shadow across your face
should affect me so.
Red blush deepens
as the eclipse goes on,
but why should I feel this way?
The tidal urge grows strong,
desire for touch deepens,
the need to be-
to feel-
to love.
2/21/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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