The Moon In The Water Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

THE MOON IN THE WATER

Drifting on the sails of her mind, she finds the maps of buried treasure within the heart of love.

She has searched the tumultuous waters and found the stars resting on the beds of the seas.

With her heart as her guide, she confronts the Milky Way and free fall to ecstasy without warning.

The moon in the water is talking to the hearts of the land to encamp the midnight hour with desires.

Unable to escape the whirlpools of fantasies, her body floats to the other side of honeysuckle dreams.

Craving the sounds of nights that takes you to flights of uncontrolled kisses, she drowns in her tears.

Days of unforeseen love, her summers are kindled with words of presumptuous times that subdued her.

Igniting the flames of her body, she dives into the volcano of eruptions that persuades her hips for fun.

When the moon in the water is swimming her canal, she corrupts the love of her misguided intentions.

She understands the excitement of times but denies the abandonment of her anchor that holds her.

Shifting towards the galaxy of her tunes, she brings the melody of her walk to another dimension.

Holding the waves of her lips she supplanted on the moon, she dips her waters in the mouth of the sun.

Her body is heated beyond measure as she encompasses the music of her movement on the Orion.

The moon in the water is asphyxiated with the breathing of her walk as she lights her torch on earth.

Mountains of tremors carried her away to the excitement of her paths for his hands to caress.

Sojourning the taste of his sways, she expounds the tenderness of his love with her acts of silence.

Sophisticated with her exploitations, she drives her curves towards the end of his spoken wellness.

With her hair on global alert, she extends the shores of her beauty with her arrival on nature's scene.

Fortified with pleasures of deception, her swift movement creates eyes of harmony for her lover.

The moon in the water is found on the shores of her catalyst for nights to obtain in the heat of her eyes.

Forsaking the softness of her touches, she expires in exhale and the fountains of her waters are flowing.

Savoring the eclipse of her moist anatomy, her lover is without words of adoration as she escapes his flow.

Seizing the sun with her legs, she parades the bed of her injections with a taste of shades of honey.
The moon in the water runs deeps into the ocean to find hearts of undiscovered nights of passion.


May 6,2015