Pale moon high
Breeze captures your essence
Your stare links with my eyes
And I want more.
Intensity
Looking down, gasping
For awkwardness to end
While you watch
Amused.
Pale moon high
Why did I walk away?
What does it matter?
Undestined.
Kahala Lei
Blood Money Poets
copyright 2017
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