yellow is the moon
blue are the waves
we own every part of you
yet you still shy at our gaze
big round and full
even in your reflection
but just as scared
as a matador with a bull
as you run away
quick and swift
not a movement is jerky
not a patch of air too thick
the moon slides from view
smooth as a river
as your eyes gaze upon me
naked as a quiver
nothing between us
only silence and air
eyes shining in exuberance
as our bodies lay close as a pair
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Poems by Me
PoezieA bunch of poems that I've done in the past. Trigger Warning!! Might be some graphic sections.
