Drawing Down The Moon

It tingles on my skin,
If not prepared, I shudder.
Just a moment then,
My heart does a little flutter.
Then it feels magickal,
A sense that I can't explain.
Kind of like the rushing falls,
Or a great downpour of rain.
Surging through my body,
The moon does a fabulous flip.
Then she leaves me with her light,
A warm and wonderful gift.

-- KimSu Copyright 1999

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