Full Moon on a November Morning

full moon,

4 am,

bright November morning,

Jack Nicholson and Hell’s Angels,

playing on television,

writing words as they come,

words that will be long gone,

by the light of day;

I think of you,

holding you,

being with you,

making love to you;

one night,

one moment,

one chance;

gone forever;

loving you,

is like loving the wind,

unreachable,

untouchable,

here today;

gone tomorrow.

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