poetry

Moon Child

  Child of the Moon, Radiant and luminous, Super incandescent In all that you undertake. You complete your cycles, Despite not always feeling whole. Often overlooked In your crescent mood 󠇯— Scorned at for being wild. Unclouded, Even the stars are eclipsed By your effulgence.   R. K

poetry

Love Tastes Like

Love tastes like a snowflake gently landing on soft lips. Like the kiss shared in the midst of a thunderstorm. Pineapple flavored tongues exploring every crevice. Love is the taste of two souls interweaving for the first time.