Your soft body curves
Reflecting
The arch of the moon
A graceful concave
counterpart
to my own convex
The look in your eyes
Pure rapture
Echoes my own heat
Movement lithe, supple
redefines
This act of passion
Accelerando
Staccato
We give and we take
All too soon our dance
Crescendos
But the heat remains
As the curtain vales
The applause
Is quite thunderous
Almost shyly, we
Disengage
Take our poses, bow
To them our ballet
Just an act
Brilliant performance
Limpid yet breathless
You and I
Oh! We know better
You know me and poetry forms. This form is called a Lune. A Lune (named as each stanza somewhat resembles a crescent moon), is a 13-syllable poem written in 3 lines containing 5-3-5 syllables respectively, and not restricted by Japanese haiku traditions.
Any subject, any amount of three line verses, any thought, is fair game
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