The Lovers Moon
Their eyes did set, foretaste the sweetest moon.
A chalice sip of mead, the lover’s moon.
Her reddest lips upon his lips in tune.
A chalice sip of mead, the lover’s moon.
The shuffling feet - a dance - the closest swoon.
A chalice sip of mead, the lover’s moon.
In brilliant light, betrothal by la lune.
A chalice sip of mead, the lover’s moon.
His vows arrest his heart — best bride of June.
A chalice sip of mead, the lover’s moon.
His Lily wife — la-la rose petals strewn.
A chalice sip of mead, the lover’s moon.
6/17/2019
*la lune - the moon
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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