Held

Twilight sillhouettes
The top of apple trees
Stretching to kiss the last of the light.
A full moon ascends
Casts out femine hands
As she smilingly heralds the night.
He pulls me toward him
Like the moon and the tide
I move close and he holds me tight.
I feel him flow under my hands
His body heat to mine
Only my desires ignite.
He kisses my cheek
Gentle friendly ease
Another pang from love no requite.
Dammit! If I turn just an inch
And kiss his lips
Would he think me impolite?
Or would he suddenly realise
I hold true loves kiss
And let his hidden passion take flight?
What does all of this matter
If only one of us knows
And I will never take the first bite?

Just let it fall.

© Ruby Honeytip

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