by piscespoet
The moon hangs suspended,
balanced between three stars
this autumnal February night.
He's Libra, balanced; you, I,
Pisces--water signs:
tonight, a lunar trinity.
And I'm thinking of him
and you, and his eyes--
your eyes when you allow.
And I think how when
I hold him, I hold a part
of you, and sometimes
that's enough.