lips cherry red
lounges in sheer demur
she longs to stir about yet still
she smiles
smiling
she maintains her outward relaxed
sweet apperance for him
hair shining gold
his muse
© gillena cox 2025
It is the lash of a season of hurricanes, even though the punishment is not meted out evenly
The thunder and lightnings sound their loud reports. They just cannot be about their business quietly, for it is the nature of thunder to sound out, even sometimes outside the season of Atlantic hurricanes
© gillena cox 2025
This Moon Is Enough
After an early supper,
There was she, hung
Bright bold and round,
The night moon;
I thought she was a supermoon,
Oh but no,
She was just the Februrary moon,
Shinning for me,
To end my birthday,
The waitress said,
There is a new ice cream shop,
On the floor below,
I said to myself,
This moon is enough.
Did he ever say it?I love you i mean,
Of course he did!
Is the sky blue?
Well not always.
So he may have loved me, somewhat
Is delrium a mystery of male makeup?
Or maybe sometime,
Or even mistakenly,
Or he might have thought he did.
Isn't the "i do" factor
A happily ever after story line?
So then why does the griot
Stumble and mumble at
Where is he?
Where is she?
Might "happily ever after stories"
Do have a time frame, or
Could it be, it contained the word
Together?
Which got lost in time.
You know,
Words and phrases
Can be quite fickle,
That way.
It was much more than sitting,
Much more than applauding,
So much more than an evening
Out to see them dancing.
So much more than bodies twisting,
More than engaging
In those fine stories unfolding,
To the attention of a spellbound audience,
Much more.
