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After the Sunset 

 

Like the moon you must wait to come-- while he, like the sun, warms, touches, burns, an even coat of warmth across this fair skin. Like the moon, you sulk, you cry, (in jealous waves) you pull me to the ocean and wash me in faint light. Like the moon, you view my body as your prize. Gently, like the glaze of night. Like the sun, he shoots heat across my arms, lips, thighs. At noon, he touches cheeks, neck, and under eyes until I'm blind. Like a beach, I spend long days laying under the sun. Basking until sandy skin is red with heat, exhausted and numb. Like the sun, he saunters, on arrogant feet, to the next island, Like the sun, his fingers brush waves of heat across the newest woman. After the sunset, you reluctantly rise throwing white sheets across this heated beach. Like the moon, your jealousy fades, to a dim glow. Brushing fingers across my stained flesh, you kiss ocean, shore, and the sand below. Like the moon, you bleach my body with a coat of snow. I quiver and come to pieces beneath what is right, what is true. And, like the moon, you wait to come. Like the beach, I'm harsh and exhausted from another man's hot love. Because I am a woman, and not a beach, it is always the night when I sleep. Like the moon, you'll emerge tomorrow, hoping I'll understand true love. Like a man, your heart will hollow, at this beach who chooses to ruin herself beneath the heat of the sun. © 2009 NaivelyMe (All rights reserved)