Moon In Reverb Poem by Kewayne Wadley

The moon slid out of her dress
To the sound of your voice.
You can stutter all you like
Around the block of infatuation.
A kiss to mark where she's been.
Her dress neatly folded on the chair.
She took her Altima downtown
To feel your fingers dig in her
Skin.
The way they travel down her
Spine to her stomach.
The strawberries are in season.
Inviting themselves to where
they'd rather be.
A kiss to mark where she's been.
Don't be gentle,
You can stutter all you like.
One word at a time.
She whirls around and throws
Her arms up.
Time flies while you're having fun.
Her Altima in motion.
Her life in your world, melting
Away in your hands.
She steps out of her Altima and
slides out of her dress.
Whirl her around
Spin & fling.
Energies are in motion,
Reality shifts.
The strawberries are in season
Falling from the cheeks of her face.
Folded neatly beside her dress
On the chair