cloud songs

             The Moon woke me
            partially hidden
      beneath the dark silken sheets.
   Blushing. Concealed,
                            yet radiant.
She calls out in the aftermath,
       a desire I hear often.
       “Come closer,” I say,
           I motion with my hand.
      “You have touched me.”
                     She does not blink.
“Lay in your bed and
I shall look out
   she promises, as she has before.
        “Look out.
          look up,
          love me
             Then she hides,
    behind clouds
        as thick as
             root beer floats.
                  “You’ll find me again,”
                    she whispers.
        And I will.
                                © 207 j.g. lewis

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