Poetry

Bathed In Moonlight

“And this is what it’s like
to be in your arms.”

Tonight, I soared in the blue-gray clouds that blanketed the sky like a shroud. The warm summer air rippled through my hair and tinged every inch of my flesh. I wasn’t trembling from fear. It was the excitement. The sheer thrill of being in the sky, touching those misty giants, and bathing in the moon’s soft glow.

© Sarah Doughty
2016

And this is what it’s like
to be in your arms.

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