The moon inhales the sun’s last sighs
As I soak into your painted dreams
My desires dance behind weary eyes
The moon inhales the sun’s last sighs
Forbidden lust explodes in blushing skies
Tears of ecstasy flow in streams
The moon inhales the sun’s last sighs
As I soak into your painted dreams
©04/28/2020
*Written using the triolet poetry form
Whiskey Tales and Spells 
-sigh- this is magical. I really like the idea of the moon inhaling the sun’s last sighs.
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Soft smile. Thank you, Tara. I wish I could be on a beach right now inhaling the sun’s last sighs and the moon’s first one’s myself.
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I’m currently sitting on my beach… but it’s 4:30pm and the sun won’t set for another 5.5 hours… (sunset tonight at 10pm💕)
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I cannot even begin to imagine!! I stayed on my patio with fountain trickling by my ear until my fairy lights put the birds to bed — 8PM.
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Gosh, this is beautiful.
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Thank you, Rachel!!
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I am not sure which is more beautiful, the poetry or the picture. Thanks for this posting.
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Thank you, Geri!!
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