Love

Long passed the Wolf moon 
With its howling wolves, 
As these eyes famish to 
Stare at your ravishing statute. 
 
Long passed the Snow moon 
With its harsh plunging snowflakes, 
As these hands itch to cup yours 
And feel the warmth they emanate. 
 
Long passed the Worm moon 
With the hoar that draped the dirt thaws, 
As these ears thirst at your tune 
That caresses the soul. 
 
How many more shall pass before I 
Heed your gentle pulse whispering "I'm safe"? 
As the Pink moon promptly approaches

Passing moons