Moonshine 2

I see it in his eyes,
I taste it on his tongue his lips.
I feel the love,
Of the moonshine.

I hear it in his voice,
Love.
Is this fantasy?
The curse of the moonshine.

I'm thinking of all the ways.
How to run out of this maze.
While dancing I cry,
In the light under the moonshine.

Screaming?
Crying?
Wishing?
Dying? Effects of the moonshine.

I'm in love,
I'm stuck, Me & You.
Under,
The moonshine.

By Hope Blitz