I wonder what verses
the moon is tattooing
on our flesh with its shadow pen.
Does it really matter?
Your hands murmur poetry
and I know the language they speak.
It is ancient.. universal.. carnal…
My body responds in exclamation
to the love sonnet yours speaks against mine.
Adrift on a breathy ocean
we let time splash among the stars
and ignore daylight will soon arrive
to edit moonlit shadows.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
At Real Toads Ed Pilolla gave us a list of words to spark our creativity.