Heavy Moon Waiting

 

Heavy with the fullness of night
the moon weighs down the trees
forcing them to bend to her fecund self
making them grasp her roundness within their arms

She is here in her totality of self
a passionate thing to be reckoned with
a force to be felt as she touches at will
with her light of desire igniting fires

There is a full moon waiting in me
caught in the bare arms of tree lovers
her passing through my life is my own key
to the fullness that I can be.

Arwen Nightstar
written on the day before her 38th b'day
3/7/1998, Copyrighted.

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