Coyote Moon

Coyote Moon

Alone, I lie beneath the desert's velvet sky
and gaze beyond its starry depths to reminisce.
Above, a soulful moon is gazing down on me
and sends me to a special night of you and I.

Remember when we two surrendered to the moon?
Cocooned in darkness and each other's arms, we howled,
becoming lunar wild, nocturnal drunk in love,
while through the night, coyotes serenaded us.

So many moons have passed since we were young and free,
though none possessed my soul as did that one with you.
I wonder, do you think of us on starry nights
when in the sky appears a full coyote moon?


(A Grossblank poem, written in iambic meter, 12 lines, 12 syllables per line, unrhymed)
(for correct syllable count, the word coyote is pronounced; kī-ō'-tē)