My head had howled <br />With the words whirling <br />Through it that night <br />As we sailed swiftly <br />Along the highway. <br /> <br />Wishing, waiting words <br />Wanting to be set free <br />To mingle and merge with yours; <br />But they were stymied <br />All I could do was watch her with you. <br /> <br />I could never touch you as she did. <br />She made your hair shimmer <br />As she ran her fingers through it. <br />Her caresses set your face aglow <br />And made your eyelashes glimmer. <br /> <br />She slid down your arm <br />And danced on your fingers <br />On the steering wheel. <br />Wrapping you in her luminous embrace, <br />She encased you in luster. <br /> <br />Glancing over my shoulder, <br />I caught her smirking <br />At my green heart, <br />Daring me with her splendor <br />To reach out with a solitary finger. <br /> <br />Moonlight really is cruel. <br />That malevolent moon <br />Crushed and scattered my words, <br />Inhibited my own endeavors at tactile encounter, <br />Left me paralyzed by pagan perplexity. <br /> <br />I should press charges against her. <br />She’s criminal and calculating. <br />Yet I know she’d remain free <br />Her brilliance will never be ensnared. <br />She will forever be your lover, <br /> <br />Ma bete noir.<br /><br />Lee Ann Schaffer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mean-mistress-moon/
