Curtains Poem by Maree Scarlett

Tonight, the curtains are not fully drawn.
A watery moon obscures skies and the windows are open.
My curtains hang loosely open, orange coloured
they are named Jubilant and Worn.

Only a faint tinge of moon touches my bed.
Tonight, I need to breathe the light
as if, the darkness could block my vision of you
and when morning comes I will need your lingering warmth

Tonight, the curtains are not fully drawn

I am scared if I pull them, you will not arrive
then I do not want to miss, a moment
of your lunar touch.

Tonight, amidst all nights, my curtains remain

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open.