Where the moonlight and I repine

Love, is blushing a blink risqué.
From watching what nervously I’d say.
She’s just a hop skip and a jump
Sideslip, breaths blossom foray
From hearing what I would screenplay.
When my eyes close, I get a lump…

A tingle! Down in my pining-spine!
Something, inside me says you’ll be mine!
But after, I feel like a chump.
She walks haply naked in the sunshine
Where the moonlight and I repine
A halve silhouette, a little grump.

poem by Mark Heathcote
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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