When the Moon Rains

liquid moon


The moon drips
cool burns
on our skin,

The wine
warms its way

beneath the peach tree
not as sweet as it used to be.

Two ghosts kissing
in a
haunted glen,

Friend to friend
we’ve run past
the end;

Naked to naked’s
not quite right
for us.

Dreams and secrets
are open doors
to us

Yet, making love is
one rung
closer the moon;

Mating for life
one tone
closer the loon.

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