Moons And A Sun Poem by Rob Francis Parsons

So cool
like an ocean bed jewel
gentle moon
sooths at Sun
lusting bliss
touch feelings of tenderness
Parmours cuningly calm
winked elegant jewels
she's friving with survival tools
taking in educated fools
wining wilst dining
her selective rules
Perched as in a painting
sleek and sexy
screaming all kinds of cool
catcing her confabbing
Ba'h the tit-for-tat repartee
Realise dreams
but with me
My love
My sweet
Prety and dirty things
with wealth and with taste
Come retreat
Be Pleased
Be Kissed
Nix on you
Iam no fool
Wink at me
Your clever tools
Sun warms to Moon
this sun rise, though the moons pass
who are the givers of dark?
who are the providers of light?
Monday by Sunday wont share
Once percieved not from here
Then bidded good day
I shall beg you good night