no taste’s ever wasted
in embraces full
and true.
with moon’s pale face
my mirror, i catch
each star in
your eyes,
bright but foggy with
fever that halo
hangs on
you,
so pure is love’s light,
and each breath
tastes of
life,
++++
as blue comet blazes
its tail home
to you.
*poem written with my girlfriend, who prefers
to remain anonymous. She dislikes my
writing “that” much! 😉
jk.. i think.
image adapted from art by Drew Bophy at- https://drewbrophy.com/tag/night-scene/