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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

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  1. ianFebruary 7, 2011 at 2:06 AM

    spacey...stellar, even

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  2. Brian MillerFebruary 7, 2011 at 6:16 AM

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

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  3. Irish GumboFebruary 7, 2011 at 6:32 AM

    I say that is one lucky astronaut.

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  4. Vodka MomFebruary 7, 2011 at 6:35 AM

    xx

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  5. FireblossomFebruary 7, 2011 at 8:12 AM

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

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  6. MarianFebruary 7, 2011 at 9:57 AM

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

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  7. AnonymousFebruary 7, 2011 at 7:33 PM

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

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  8. signed...bkmFebruary 7, 2011 at 8:34 PM

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

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  9. Stafford RayFebruary 7, 2011 at 11:14 PM

    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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  10. NeoFebruary 7, 2011 at 11:15 PM

    :)

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  11. ClaudiaFebruary 9, 2011 at 3:00 PM

    oh i love this...!!

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  12. Steve IsaakFebruary 10, 2011 at 3:10 AM

    Sublime, perfect, intimate work.

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  13. Casey FreelandFebruary 11, 2011 at 10:48 PM

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

    Casey

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  14. Judy RoneyFebruary 13, 2011 at 9:13 AM

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

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  15. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2011 at 10:26 AM

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

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  16. Tumblewords:February 13, 2011 at 11:34 AM

    Perfect - full of intrigue, sweetness and distance.

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  17. AnonymousFebruary 13, 2011 at 8:30 PM

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

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  18. EvelynFebruary 13, 2011 at 9:11 PM

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

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  19. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallFebruary 13, 2011 at 10:36 PM

    This one rocks,
    perfect and outstanding writing...

    A++

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  20. AnonymousFebruary 14, 2011 at 1:10 PM

    Out of this world! Beautiful.

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  21. KavitaFebruary 14, 2011 at 5:30 PM

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

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

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  22. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2011 at 8:37 AM

    A beauty!

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  23. Rachel HoytFebruary 15, 2011 at 8:49 AM

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

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  24. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2011 at 9:43 AM

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

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  25. gautami tripathyFebruary 15, 2011 at 9:58 AM

    Great verse!

    lined up...

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