Of the Moon

 

 

What is it?

I ask you what is it about this full moon rolling slowly

In my dreams she came to me one night

mysterious she was 

with her long black hair and bright blue eyes

dressed in a sexy white dress 

her breats so lushish and inviting 

I strangely longed to touch them

What was it about her that left me so confused 

so mezmorised by her gorgeous beauty

No man could ever compare to her breath taking beauty

her curves so graceful and her lips so pink

her eye lashes so black and lushish and long

her features so small and refined 

I remember the frost that Christmas Eve,

As we walked to the house,

Our first Christmas on our own,

Together in Love,all new, everything the first.

 

You held my hand tight,

With giddy hearts our grip warmed,

Every footstep crunched laughter in my chest,

Every breath wrote the Utopia of Love,

 

We had gathered up our bits and bobs ,

What we did not beg for,we borrowed, or stole,

Our bare carpet less sitting room ,just chairs,

Was the Mansion we rushed to,on our way home,

 

 

 

 

Our Life

 

As Lennon said when we were sat in his farmhouse kitchen

Sipping fresh milk from his undoubtedly contented cows,