1/4/12 Poem by Ryan Cole

Kiss me in the pale light of the half moon

on this cool winter's night

As I would kiss you in the bright sun

of September past

But it is not about the moon or sun or the light

It is your lips on mine, my hands on your back

and the certainty of the touch,

when everything else is unknown, unseen, unsure

except the closeness of our lips together

in the pale light of the half moon

on this cool winter's night