Ruby Honeytip Poet I do not know?

The Hug

Sillhouetted branches, 
At the top of tall trees,
Stretch to kiss the last of the light.
A full moon ascends,
Casts out femine hands,
As she smilingly heralds the night.
He pulls me toward him,
Like the moon and the tide, 
I move close and he holds me tight.
I feel him flow under my hands,
Heat emanates out,
My desirous flames ignite.
He kisses my cheek,
Gentle friendly ease,
Another pang from love no requite.
Dammit! If I just turned an inch,
And kissed his lips,
Would he think me impolite? 
Or would he suddenly realise,
I hold true loves kiss,
And let his hidden passion take flight? 
What does all of this matter,
If only one of us knows,
And I will never take the first bite? 

Just let it fall.

© 2013 
Ruby Honeytip

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Robin Davis November 9, 2013 at 6:53 PM Love is a game of chance and if someone doesn't make the first move and be brave, then love will never exist. Nice job

Matthew Anish July 3, 2013 at 8:31 PM Sometimes ypu have tp step up to the plate! Good job! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Richard Lamoureux July 3, 2013 at 5:30 AM Sometimes you just have to make that first move and risk it all.. I hope it all worked out in the end for you.