Love Is That Split Moment
Love Is That Split Moment
Open your hands my dear
Love is splitting the moon.
Two halves joining in cheer,
A partnership swoons.
One for you, one for me,
forever an indelible mark.
Our eyes tacit and free,
our hearts rising from the dark.
Your hands in mine sweat
And the touch of your face sparks.
Our hearts thrush a duet
As our moons finding it's marks.
Love is taking that split moment,
whetting together into a bestowment.
connie pachecho
8/18/17
Inspired in writing this poem after
reading entries to the "Love Is" contest.
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