Moon madness

A collection of pieces written to my last/your first line prompts

Prompt: “It may just be the moon on display”

couple looking at moon through car windshield

It may just be the moon on display

but it brings back that tender short day

with you.

That night, its silver rays lit up our faces

through the windshield.

You were beautiful

and I ate you up with my eyes,

wanting to weave you

into every fiber of my being.

The moon shone on my sun.

Prompt: “Lips willing, skin bare”

Photo by Stefano Valtorta on Unsplash

Lips willing, skin bare,

the sheen of moonbeams in your hair.

You are shadow-dappled heat

and the sweetest salt air.

Your mouth asks silent questions

and sings sacred songs.

I cannot breathe, cannot speak.

I let myself be carried along.

Prompt: “The moon says nothing”

moonlit table with a candle, crystals and sage on it

I gather my cards,

light the candle,

place the crystal,

fill the cup with water

to catch the powerful dark

and waft smoke over it all.

Storms roll in as I breathe,

put pen to paper,

and ask the inky sky

the same question

I ask every time.

The moon says nothing.