Line by Line Challenge - November 3 line poemss

The knee-high grass crunching under my feet
Smells of life, hope and love
And vaguely of peat
 
You followed me home the other night
Practically, bioluminescent in your radiance
If you’d not been the moon, we’d have been lovers
 
Those fingers you dragged
Across my back,
Scratched the itch as I was squirming.
 
The moon shines bright on the empty street
Her heels click as she hurries home
Makeup and hair a mess, she smiles and reflects.
 
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