Celestial Affairs

The sun kissed me awake
Leaving electrical imprints on my eyelids.
I let it lap at my skin,
Blushing at its wanton curiosity.

Don't be jealous of the sun, my love,
And its golden attention to me.
The sun was kissing me, my love.
It was not kissed by me.

The moon caressed me asleep,
Tracing over my shivering skin.
I let it lay over my body,
Reveling in its milky softness.

Don't be jealous of the moon, my love,
And its silver attention to me.
The moon was kissing me, my love,
It was not kissed by me.


It had been pointed out to my that my poems were getting rather depressing.  So here's one full of whimsy!