Introduction: Thank you Stuart Media Service for the inspiration.
A Fiery Red Moon
I pull back the heat in a fiery red moon,
to see a sword shining brightly through.
A shadow peeks; brilliant eyes,
I reach to touch; vanishing where, I can’t seem to find.
I want it so deeply it stings.
It’s a devotion sending me to my knees.
Nevertheless, illusive, I try interacting again,
an interjection or just cajoling my passionate sin.
Yesterday time paused, the shadow stood reserved.
I imagine his amorous call; if it were heard.
Touching me unaware brings emotion in the air.
As circles in yellow, red and blue float pass in added flare.
I walk as born on my path of choice,
Confused amid passion or twisted judgment, I cannot boast.
As a hunger escalates, there's taste, sweat, sultry pants including sudden jolts.
I want it for days and months it seems,
not happenstance but like the romance of dreams.
Diana Mary Sharpton © 2014 ~ All Rights Reserved