Monday 23 May 2016


How did we two strangers come
to be walking in moonspace
On a winter's night
In a country lane
In the middle of nowhere
Watching a gibbous-taurus-moon rising?

Your hand following mine
in its opening and closing.
Fingers fitting,tongue in groove,
Like old friends together.

Copyright with Cathy Leonard 2016

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