By Calypso
Date: 18 January 2000

Moongarden

Your lips brushed mine,
As we planted a red rose, in a moongarden.
Tended with care, the rose's bloom,
Intertwined with a ring of myrtle eternal.

You noticed everything.
You saw the thorn, it tore my skin,
A flesh wound, healed by your touch,
A little at a time, a little at a time.

In a moongarden,
You were never mine,
You were forever mine.