Day 26 of my review of the year and a poem about the moon and the lunacy of love, and getting cocky and trying to write poems in more than one language …
The night in shining armour
Rediscovers my moonlit memories.
How the mighty are humbled
When uncovered by the moonbeams.
Treasure of my beating heart
A taste of your honey lips,
The forgetting that happens
When we’re together.
The wasted hours
When we’re apart
And I long for wine and song again.
Safe, with you in my arms.
Sí, mi amor. Sí, mi amor.
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