Night
I gave the sun a fiery kiss
The entire planetary orbit aligned on my lips
Like a precious stone
Shining over a poisoned land
Each morning, I'd climb to him
Clouds in hand
No feeling on Earth could surely compare
When my lover and I are in the air
But one brisk night, I surely did not miss
The cold, pale moon stealing my fiery kiss
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.