Moondance
On the night of the dead
Dressed to disguise
My lover, I think
Looked me in the eyes
Spellbound I gazed
into the center of his mask
Is this really him
I stopped myself to ask
He took my hand
and we wandered for a while
Weaving through the labyrinth
reaching the center aisle
We stopped and he whispered
Gently in my ear
Evocative words
that I wanted to hear
His voice was different
But I didn’t have a care
I shivered when we touched
I knew I shouldn’t dare
We walked on to a rivulet
Where he kissed me long
Wrapping his arms around me
So tightly and strong
We stood there together
Until I began to swoon
This was not my lover
I had just danced on the moon
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Ah! Christine, this is truly lovely and mysterious. Love it, my dear! 😊❤️
Thank you so much Punam 🙂
You are welcome dear. 🙂❤️
Wow. The mystic in this narrative is overwhelming. I love it.
Thanks Ragazza!
Lovely and haunting.
Thanks Judy! 🙂
Oooh, I loved the mystery
Thanks Barbara 🙂
just need to say WOW! i was gasping for air at the end, so highly erotic without bearing skin , just that touch and long kiss, just WOW!
I’m so glad you liked it Gina. I actually categorized it as humor! Maybe I should change it 🙂
maybe i like a man who mixes passion with laughter, wait i do! no it is perfect, I read the feelings more than the tags and this one was just so passionate to me. I am rather naughty in public and it unsettles him…sometimes!
Yes she was outrageous! He was mystery man and she enjoyed herself!
my lips are sealed, so tempted to say more! but she knows how to have fun,i i like her!
I think we have all been her at some point in our lives, so we are all naughty! 🙂
Lovely poem.
Thanks Sadje! 🙂
beautiful and magical <3
Oh thank you so much 🙂💕
you are welcome. you really brought dancing with the moon to life with your poem!
what fun! 🙂