December 29, 2010

she danced

he stitched together
a fire
inside her
the colors
of her heart
and she danced
sky clad
giving herself
to the moon
meadow's scent
luring him closer
and she danced
in dimly lit night
with the moon
and she danced
to make it rain
she got
the moon
to shower her
with love
and star dust
and she laid back
looking at the sky
to count stars
as the moon
kissed her lips


dustus said...

You describe such a free feeling of enjoying the night sky and feeling the connect of enjoying the moon and stars. Reminds me of what I enjoy best about summertime. Cheers

Brian Miller said...

its an ethereal kinda love/sensuality...of course i find the stars all that and more....

bumfuzzled said...

the sensual nature of this, like one before me already mentioned, takes you away with eading :)

Claudia said...

oh these are beautiful tender and sensual words...tight write!

Heather said...

Wow. I appreciate your comments and your time to read. Thank you so much!

marousia said...

This is absolutely stunning - I don't often gush but this is one of the very best this week that I have read. *Bows deeply*

Carrie Burtt said...

....and i can hear the music....this is beautiful Heather! :-)

Steve Isaak said...

Lush-toned (in a spartan), romantic, Wiccan true. Good work.

Anonymous said...

I hope, it's OK