She touches me like the tremblings
of the Moonlight on a ruffled sea,
We fall into the crescent of the rising sun
and we are one.
‘Geronimo’, we call and fall again
and it’s never quite the same
no matter how she calls or how we fall
there is always something special in
the way she makes me shiver
if I live a
or I die a thousand more
every time we fall
we open up
she touches me
the way a lover should.
© 2016, John Smallshaw.