Our Nocturne

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Our Nocturne

Like Endymion, I worshipped
Selene— my perfect muse—
enticing yet unobtainable,
and then you landed.

Our time together—
brief as a shooting star—
concludes with this dance—
before morning carries us apart.

But we’ll still see the same moon
so when she glows porcelain
in the evening sky, I’ll remember
and blow you a kiss

to be delivered by the moonlight
caressing your cheek.

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker was born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough, North Carolina where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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10 Responses to Our Nocturne

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Oh my, but this is beautiful.

  2. JeanMarie says:

    Great final draft, especially the line, “when she glows porcelain in the evening sky”
    Also love the photo! ❤

  3. Cassa Bassa says:

    “to be delivered by the moonlight
    caressing your cheek” this is sublime

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