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I fell in love with a married woman. I suspect this has happened to most everyone sometime in their life, whether a man or a woman. If that has happened to you, we have something in common. Here's a poem about such a circumstance. Oh, and the Sea of Tranquility is on the moon and where the first moon landing took place in 1969.


Shadow Boxing


Insignificant tittering banter she said

in our latest dreamy verbal sparring.

Another oblique conversation, yes, but

a tangent was spun off dangerously close


to getting to the point of revealing

the painful throb of envy at my core,

pierced by the allure of the forbidden fruit

in the beautifully pruned tree next door.


Daytime analysis and uninvited reality

tell a liaison no more possible

than a barefoot stroll on the sands of the

                       Sea of Tranquility.


Still, if I could ask her to vacate my dreams,

                        I would not.


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  1. L. BarkerAugust 9, 2023 at 6:52 PM

    Love it, thanks.

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    1. BrianAugust 10, 2023 at 10:14 AM

      Maybe you shouldn't encourage me, but thanks for the comment.

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  2. PfingstonDecember 22, 2023 at 8:52 AM

    I agree with Lance, love it. I particularly am fond of "Still, if I could ask her to vacate my dreams, I would not." Again, not grasping for the easy answer there, Brian.

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