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the astronaut's lover



silver white line
upon your thigh
i kiss 
your mouth
and taste the stars
the moon

 has become my rival
Rene ~ February 2011

Comments

  1. when the job/hobby becomes the lover its not a good thing...

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  2. I say that is one lucky astronaut.

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  3. Woman! I hate you, this is sooo good! And so short. How you do dat? Romantic, imaginative, sweet, original.

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  4. this is so delicious, i plan to eat it for breakfast. maybe dinner, too.
    yum yum yum. mmm!

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  5. Ah, love this! Very nice and sweet! :o)

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  6. I love that first stanza Rene' and the other two compliment it so well...bkm

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  7. Renee, it's a poor man who has only the moon as his lover. A lover under the moon... now you're talkin'. Sorry, Irish Gumbo, there is no such thing as an astronaughty!

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  8. Looks like the moon has done her share of inspiring poetry recently. Beautiful.

    Casey

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  9. Your poem along with the photo are inspiring. Not sure what's going on here but it is good. :)

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  10. Like Judy, the poem is somewhat puzzling, but I get an inkling of a steamy love scene. Gorgeous photo.

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  11. Perfect - full of intrigue, sweetness and distance.

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  12. Yep, that's an alluring poem, you definitely got my full attention!

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  13. "the moon
    has become
    my rival"
    what a great concept!
    love it.

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  14. This one rocks,
    perfect and outstanding writing...

    A++

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  15. Out of this world! Beautiful.

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  16. Wooow!!! Deliciously ethereal, Rene... and oh so romantic!! Simple perfection!!!

    Aahh..that moon.... that kiss... sigh..

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  17. Azfree stole my words... this sweet poem is out of this world!

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  18. the last stanza really makes the poem come around, sets the image.

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