Grabbing Your Moon

A love poem

Grabbing Your Moon

As the ivories tickle my ears and the
warm coax of the saxophone melts my heart,

thoughts of you float around in my head,
like a swarm of July’s monarch butterflies.

 

Memories of your crystal clear blue eyes,
take me back to the days of our past,
when we kissed on a bed of blushing rose buds.

 

I see breathless scenes,
when I close my weary eyes,
and let the sweet whispers
of the music carry me away.

 

The smooth touch of you warm skin
moving against mine as we stand
on the balcony,
feeling the wind embrace
the fury of flames
that danced in our fireplace.

 

When I was in your arms,
whether dressed in leather,
lace or nothing at all,
I felt like the luckiest
girl at the ball.

 

I would climb the
highest mountain peak
to peek into those
deep eyes of blue
and grab your moon again.

Reviews

[Wolfwind Words]

Wow Marie! this was fantastic! Sigh...so full of love, joyfull bliss and captivating imagery. I loved the way this flowed so smooth on the tongue, leaving the heart content.
I can see how Jazz would certainly fit the groove of your ink!

You need to re-read line one of stanza four..."you" to "your" :)

Love it!
Hugs!
Wolfie

[Marie Harrison]

This is a poem about romantic memories of the past brought on by the sounds of jazz. It's a sultry poem of a past connection.

[Liza]

author understands how to express sights, senses and emotions through this lovely write....oh those deep blue eyes - did we get lost? :) loved it.