The moon illuminates loneliness,
shadowing the sting of full moonshine,
sand and hands combine.
If I told you
I’m flighty and tangent-taking,
I confuse dark with light,
my imagination’s an old apple orchard.
would you still take a bite?
I know the stars are burnt out,
no secret how they combine, still I
feel your tide tug on mine.
If I told you
I tend to roam without reason or rhyme,
form and dissipate, a cloud in troth of plight,
but, you’re the driftwood I search for
in the morning’s bright.
If I told you,
If I told you all,
If I told you all this,
would you still dismiss this kiss?
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
The line …my imagination’s an old apple orchard….great!
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Thank you very much. I used to live in the “apple capital of the world.” But, I wrote this poem with my two main characters in mind and their first meeting alone in the novel. 🙂
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Good luck with the novel.🙂
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Thank you. I need all the luck I can get with that one. Been carrying it around so long it feels good to start putting it down on paper. I started it this past November.
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Enjoyed this! 💖
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Thank you, kindly, Tricia.
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wonderful, warm and tantalising 🙂
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Thank you. I’m so glad you like it.
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