The moon in the sky
shines steadfast
with a pleasant smile.
I wish to touch her
knowing full she is unreachable.
Her milky fluffy exteriors
look imposing and imperious.
Enticing she is.
Passing my fingers
over her smooth demeanour
while so in an imagination
provokes nothing promiscuous
instead, proposes a sobriety.
Her luminosity is brilliant,
not anyway, blinding
a blend of
brightness and solemness
a graceful shine she extends.
I gaze at her.
Know not how long.
I stand still,
diffident to move.
