blue moon


it’s just blue moon
and me,
sipping it with cognac,
in abstract of clepsydras…

it’s just blue moon
and you,
not mentalist or
a magician,
or the illusion of a wizard, —

it’s just blue moon
with
any thought of yours,
touching each cell of mine
sublime until orgasm…

it’s just blue moon
but
who’s the moon and
who’s the blue,
nobody claimed…
it’s just been graved
and fulfilled…
to fly me to the moon

_____________©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ

Diana Krall

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