{"id":1632,"date":"2024-05-22T16:35:41","date_gmt":"2024-05-22T16:35:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/?p=1632"},"modified":"2024-05-22T16:35:41","modified_gmt":"2024-05-22T16:35:41","slug":"walking-the-moon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/walking-the-moon\/","title":{"rendered":"Walking the moon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Every touch<br \/>\nbecomes the orgasm of life itself<br \/>\nand in its throes, you and I<br \/>\nbecome one, an island<br \/>\ntossing on its swollen seas.<br \/>\nTime storms through moments<br \/>\nthat surf its pleasure.<\/p>\n<p>But the moon is so sad in the sky<br \/>\nas it reminds and goes by.<br \/>\nIt knows the morn lays bait<br \/>\nto loot my treasure.<br \/>\nFar and high on a plane<br \/>\nacross a sea gone silent<br \/>\nyou must go<br \/>\nand pay your excess baggage of pain.<br \/>\nFor me, well, I&#8217;ll walk<br \/>\nthe moon each night<br \/>\nto an island where memories live.<br \/>\nSad, it&#8217;ll be your touch<br \/>\nthe only thing they won&#8217;t give.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Every touch becomes the orgasm of life itself and in its throes, you and I become one, an island tossing on its swollen seas. Time storms through moments that surf its pleasure. But the moon is so sad in the sky as it reminds and goes by. It knows the morn lays bait to loot my treasure. Far and high [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[30],"tags":[],"aioseo_notices":[],"rttpg_featured_image_url":null,"rttpg_author":{"display_name":"sanjayji","author_link":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/author\/sanjayji\/"},"rttpg_comment":0,"rttpg_category":"<a href=\"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/category\/poems\/\" rel=\"category tag\">Poems<\/a>","rttpg_excerpt":"Every touch becomes the orgasm of life itself and in its throes, you and I become one, an island tossing on its swollen seas. Time storms through moments that surf its pleasure. But the moon is so sad in the sky as it reminds and goes by. It knows the morn lays bait to loot&hellip;","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1632"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1632"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1632\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1634,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1632\/revisions\/1634"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1632"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1632"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dharamshalacamps.com\/sanjay\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1632"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}