You of moon

What of a line smudged out of sync
toes pointing downward in duvets of ink
What of your fingers entwined with mine deep
as swallows diving through forests in sleep

(You, of moon, as light, nor slow in smile, as
soft in skin, swift in dance, lovely to behold
beneath)

What of this dress I wore for our night
with wet eyes in darkness twice as bright
What of an urge to run beneath earthy things
full of beauty, intoxicate, in opposition to empty dream

(You, of moon, as light, nor slow in smile, as
soft in skin, swift in dance, lovely to behold
beneath)

Philip Kirkland
Nice one Candy ... you know I like a good rhyme

Pendemic
I have to agree with Frank, the wordage, rhythm and flow add great appeal to this write. Well penned.

 

Frank Lambert
I like the way this one is written, the rhythm, flow and word usage. I don't get all of the meaning, but I can make my own mind up anyway.