rub

She rubs
me in every
right way.
I may be
rubbing off
onto her.
Her wit
flows now
where once
dripped in
wee Faerie
increments.

I love this!

On this cloudy
night where
only silver
linings shine
amidst a
secretive
Harvest Moon ~

I am long
Her caress
and rub. . .

a by-product
perhaps of
my
vulnerability.

Courageously
I continue
to love.