Her metaphors (III)

She spoke of me with such hunger, You could see the words come out of her eyes before her mouth opens. You will see her on the porch at night Tracing her fingers in the air, Eyes fixed on the multitude of stars, She would say, “So many stars, so dazzling And breathtaking in plain view, Still the Moon only loves the Sun.” She meant, Too many lovers who wooed and swooned, But for me, you’re the only one. ©reddragonfly⚘ (Inspired by Rumi The Book Of Love)