Gershon Wolf Poet Romanticism

My Imagination of Rope

I pictured her up there on the Moon
Sitting forlornly in my lonely lagoon
   She was draped in a cloak of alabaster  
   Glistening in starlight ne'er to outlast her

Dancing midst an asteroid shower
Her silhouette did sparkle and tower
   High above me in my loveless bower
   Drowning in daiquiries reflections dour 

So far off, she -- dared I give up hope ...
Yet nearby, my imagination of rope
   Whereby I reeled her in from her escape to the Moon
   ~ To kiss her madly, lips wild from absence hewn

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Line Gauthier November 28, 2018 at 9:27 PM A delightful read, Gershon.

Chris Green November 28, 2018 at 3:45 PM Any chance I can borrow that magical rope? This was fun my friend and I always like it when they kiss at the end. :) Gershon Wolf November 29, 2018 at 10:17 AM I'll put on the waiting list...Only 8 callers ahead of you...Expected waiting time: about 150 kisses or so. :)