Who makes the moon
take dainty steps
as it hastens toward the letter o?
And will it respond when
i ask to dance in its light,
a chance to tap like
that sliver of silver?
Who will join in investing
a heartbeat, a twilight surge,
to summon a love that
upswells, and shows
the shadows as unnerved?
I ask too many questions
in the dark, so willful is
my mind under the pull of
the lunar tide.
It brings some fullness to the sky
as the eyelids flutter
on our rounded faces, but when
the midnight shows its hour
we'll howl with glee and moonshine traces.
copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez
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