O lover’s eyes are sharp to see
even a subtle change in me.
But like most men, I’m usually blind
of hormonal change, to insane mind.
The ebb and flow of maternal tides
on wave of dysfunctional moon it rides.
Left to chance her time is guessed
when timings right, it’s truly blessed.
Author notes
http://nightwalk3r.deviantart.com/art/The-Moon-Dance-10753855
In a list
A contest entry
- Rhyming Contest (10 poets only) by McRae by nature.
900 points, ended November 26, 2008, 10 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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You are welcome. I am a picky bugger. Did I say it was almost perfect.
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Ha, I love this. Being a female, I understand the ride
This is fantastic. Great rhythm and rhyme.
Carrie
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