Tempus Fugit

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Lunacy

The sun-lit moon
Reminded me of you
Its pale glow illuminating
The profile of your face
And the lines of my body
The very same lines
That belongs to
Someone else

We both saw the moon's
Borrowed light and
Instantly fell in love
With its blinding illusion
I wonder where
Are you
Seeing it now?
With whom?

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