Little fire-stick
I must banish!
I woe to thee,
But more to me!
I’ll miss your kiss
Of poisoned lip,
Most excusably!
Because, science
Has found a way,
To banish your effects!
Upon my moon!
No more to swoon.
Little galaxy lit,
I must wave away
Years of excuses,
And, woe to me…
So more.
Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 6/11/08
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.