Looking At Same Moon Poem by Doris Cornago

If you walk with such heavy feet

stay out my way because I can't

So silly playing a game of chance

faking romance, do you think life

can be played out as a dying tune?


Step nimbly, talk funny, make me laugh

Love a man who is unmindful of time

Not looking at watch losing control

of mind almost looking like a fool

but yes, responsive to sliding touch...


Your fingers stepping up in a jazzy

beat, horns weaving a magic tune

like a snake entranced by sinuous waves

of feelings, my mind reeling

from mistaken recognition of a man.


Are you with me, am I with you?

Let's stay companionably together

You in your corner, me in my own

seeking warmth from same thoughts

Together tonight looking at same moon.