The Moon is a lesbian.
How do I know?
She demands my attention,
shining like the boldest in the room.
In my slumber, my body aches for her;
I awaken and look out for her every night.
My mind feels settled when I see her.
She is safe, and she is home.
When I am with her, she makes me feel whole.
Every fibre in my being yearns for her.
She is always there.
I know I’m not her only one.
There were many souls before mine,
and there’ll be even more after.
All who caught her gaze swore to love her.
Not me; I worship her.
I lay naked in her light,
embracing her energy as her rays touched my skin.
She empowers my soul, making me feel intensely,
electricity surging through my veins.
She is the almighty divine and powerful,
invigorating and delicious.
She takes my breath away
every single time.
The Moon is a lesbian,
And she’ll forever have my heart.
This poem is from my poetry collection, The Moon is a Lesbian. You can order a paperback version or purchase the new extended version on Kindle here. If you have Kindle Unlimited, you can read the collection for free!
