Every Time

Every time they touched

They blamed it on the moon

No one was complaining

There was magic in the room ,

Every time they kissed

They would melt against the wall

Stranger things have happened

But never did they fall,

Every time their eyes met

You could see a calling bed

Maybe it was imagination

Like a movie in my head.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “To A Muse”  www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

6:59 PM January 27, 2013

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