haunted moon

Last night,
I gazed at the moon,
the centre of a
luminescent rainbow in the clouds,
and thought of you,
wherever you were.

Did you see it?

Did you think of me?

I stood alone,
yet felt your arms around me;
felt your moist breath
on my bare neck.

Did you feel me?

My ear tingled with
the memory of
whispered passions.

Did you hear me?

Phantom lips
tracked kisses
down to my shoulder.

A cool breeze skipped
across my heated breasts,
causing my nipples
to stand erect,
as your touch has done
so many times before.
I imagined it was a gift
from you.

I stood and gazed
at the haunted moon,


And I ached to be with you.





©Miz Angell 2008