I will steal the moon for you

I would steal the moon for you

I loved her and she loved me.

I spoke lullabies of love to her when the sun fell into the sea.

She would sing words of love to me, she would sing words of comfort

to my willing heart.

I told her, she was my Aphrodite and I was her willing man,

she was savior, my only gentle touch in the madness of my life.

She held me like a child and she whispered.

The allure of love must be remembered,

never forgotten.

I am your Agnes and you are my free-falling Hemingway.

I kissed her willing lips and I told her.

I would steal the moon for you to make you smile.

Dancing Coyote