The moon

I have never seen her as bright as this,

platinum blonde, two faced object,

exposing her head over a dark

sequined silken sheet.

She sucks and flows

and governs the undertows.

One thousand and one poets

seducing her with there

intellectual superiority

and sensitivity.

I can not compete,

I don't want to.

 

I like to watch these feelings gravitate

toward each other.

Soon enough there is a reaction,

a kind of alchemy.

I am an atom.

I am a molecule.

I am a super red giant swelling with rage

and I will engulf all your lovers and lays.

Reviews

[Neon]

The comparing of beauty of woman with the beauty of life's very nice. I liked how you poured the moments into the words and how brightly you expressed the beauty of that woman successfully.
Wonderful poem.