When I first saw you, I felt a hello-moon, <br />Like I was phasing into a tallow moon, <br /> <br />Sitting in a chair/hands moving/crocheting, <br />And I longed only for your allow-me moon. <br /> <br />A sweater, scarf – I really didn’t notice. <br />My eyes were still hazy with a sallow moon. <br /> <br />Watching your fingers back and forth back and forth. <br />My swaying and shimmering with a jello-moon, <br /> <br />Wanting to learn the warp of your creating, <br />Caught up in the glowing of a halo-moon. <br /> <br />Teach me teach me how your Christmas fingers fly. <br />I’m ripe for learning/spring in this fallow moon. <br /> <br />Drawn into your eyes I feel their allure. <br />Ben, said I, it’s time/forget that fellow moon. <br /> <br /> - Oct.26,2007 <br /> <br />This was published online by The Ghazal Page in April,2008. <br />Go to: www.ghazalpage.net/2008/2008_april.html<br /><br />Ben Gieske<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-fellow-moon-ghazal/
