Lunar Love


She flutters over my shoulder one day in the dark.

Her arms drape over my shoulder.

While hunting for the one

She is also prey.

She is tired,

I stand still while she rests.

The question is burning in my throat,

Curious if she’s done it…

her sole purpose for her 7-day, short life with wings

— to make love in the moonlight.


 

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