Tiptoeing Through Moonlight
We tiptoed on the path covered with moonlight
The canoe awaited for our swift quiet arrival there
Hanging fragrantly in the moist thick hot night air
The aromas of Night Blooming Jasmine lingered
No persons found within our sight of envisions
No wanting dogs needed attending
Oddly there were no monkeys taking bananas
Just you and I escaping the matrix of daytime
Hopefully unseen by anything that tells stories
Into the unbalanced boat I step, you brace me
Next, your turn, now sitting like galant dancers
Off you gently push from the wooden stakes
Carefully making no sounds disturbing livestock
Paddling deep and hard, yet ever so slowly
Into the dark, into the night, within the canoe
Down the river to never land moving forward
Hands on my shoulders oh so warm my friend
Counting the sways of water beneath our breath
The heat is boiling with the sweltering skin
The stars watch the volcano erupting with flares
And then the twinkling of the stars applaud
The heavens giggled as if it’s a happy child
We dove into fresh clean water just to swim
The moonlights the water above our chins
Climbing on board gaining complete composure
Snuggling up within the warmth of each other
Start rowing back to the wood on the deck
Tying the canoe amidst the limbs of the Jasmine
Up on the pathway leading back into the matrix
The Moon light tips it’s hat “good night”
As the Suns first beams of lights hit the horizon
And we wave farewell as we bid our goodbyes
BoJenn Feb 1 2019
Copyright © Bonnie Jennings | Year Posted 2019
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