Moonlight Glistens on the Frosted Jealousies

Moonlight glistens on the frosted jealousies 
making them seem like bars on the windows, 
but horizontal and scintillating, 
very freeing, 
as tradewinds waft into the room 
and billow the curtains. 
I breathe in response, 
hear the rhythm of the surf, 
and lay spread eagle, uncovered, 
falling asleep knowing moonlight 
will slow dance across my bed, 
washing over my naked body, 
with its rhythm as the moon shifts 
in the sky 
from one window to another 
projecting a square of radiance 
that distorts and elongates 
as the reflection slips 
around the room 
which becomes lighter with the rising sun; 
moonlight awash with sunlight merging, 
when I’ll wake and rise and walk into the glowing 
and stretch in a bath of light.

Reviews

[Jo]

This is a captivating and sensual piece. I enjoyed reading.

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

seriously this is an amazing piece I couldn't stop reading

[DrD]

Ah, those moments when we bathe in the luxury of privacy and become one with everything around us. An excellent piece that I truly enjoyed reading.

[Sir Robert Robbie Lord ..]

I would had wrote frosted flakes because that word sinks
all things and those that feel that are crazy frosted corny flakes
Who get bored and have no inner resorces against the worst case
of crazy frosted corny flakes

[Leslie Philibert]

This is a very fine poem that deserves all the good reviews it has good. Loads of great line ( tradewinds) or moon shifts, in fact every line fits. Great.

[Dr. Wood ?]

wonderfully vivid description of the night...Brilliant title....Loved it

[Sagar Waingankar]

Felt it as I read! Just a suggestion: Try to write using stanzas as they help a reader to understand piece quite clearly. Nevertheless it's quite amazing to see people sharing such thoughts filled with honesty!

[Ufi Auttorri ~ UfoAutho..]

For what it's worth, I absolutely agree with the others. A superb rendering of thoughts, reflection and imagery. It must have been a long and sleepless night.

[Tree]

Vivid. 12 hours of reflection squeezed in a poem. I liked it.

[quinfinn]

a monumental rendering of all the elements which go into creating illusion and fantasy out of the normal and the subtle reminders that all is as should be...
i love this piece, felt myself in the room with you...jolly good write!