what does the moon
taste like?
on this cold frosty night
the clouds a pale slip
drifting seductively across the sky
like a shimmering dress
partly obscuring
her alluring form
daring you to
come closer
to the moon
and touch her gently
my breath plumes before me
like cotton candy
and the air tastes of cinammon
like christmas
and warm apple cider
and twinkling lights
far far above me
laughter floating
from an empty room
and the moon
oh, the perfect moon
crouched on my windowsill
like a cat
with purring cream
or three yellow feathers
like a reminder of sunny day
i laugh into the
frosty
thick darkness
like icing on my cake
the wind picks me up
tosses me high
and i am freed
from my hopes
there is magic in the night


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proud to call Ski my sidekick
namesake of a rascally tabby, courtesy of Eden, my twice-hero
Katchoo's my hero too

[This message has been edited by tyledras (edited November 08, 2000).]