The moon smiled;
it was almost time.
She stretched and flexed,
laying down closer to the horizon
for her best, most delicious angle.
She could almost feel the warmth
before he crested.
She shuddered in anticipation.
so agonizingly slowly,
the first tendrils of his rays peaked
over the mountains to the east.
She almost squeaked in anticipation.
they had only caught glimpses
of one another,
and the thought of finally seeing him,
face to face,
sent a thrill through her dimpled body.
She could see now,
beyond the waste between them,
He brought morning to her soul.
As he rose,
and shined so brightly at her,
she could feel his relief
that mirrored her own.
The moon beamed.