In my arms I long to hold you
And feel your glowing curves.
Tell me what it is I must do
To sate this consuming urge.
In the heavens you walk each night,
For your touch my heart has cried.
Such lovely beauty in my sight—
So cruel that I am denied.
I have tried to learn somehow
To gain what I still crave,
But I believe that right now
There’s no chance for a pompous knave.
Each night I see you up so high,
A vision for my soul.
For just one kiss, each night I sigh—
I would pay such a heavy toll.
Here on Earth I make my stand,
To watch beauty from afar.
It is not meant for mortal man
To make love to the moon and stars.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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