Suzette Crous (Cape Town, SOUTH AFRICA)
The black waves are sparkling
with diamonds, as the tide rises.
The super moon is ever drawing
me into its magical power.
The trajectory it takes, brings it
closest to my world. Phenomenal!
It softly bathes me in its beams -
its virginal cheek turned to me.
I want to reach up and stroke
the sensually velvet surface.
I don't want to think on another
night when the moon shone
this intensely and brightly
and wild cats darted amongst
the cold rocks on the beach.
I don't want to remember
your passionate Judas kiss -
I didn't know that your heart
belonged to someone else.
The moon: the witness of betrayal.
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