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She, the wrinkled pool of lusty glaze and somatic charge, of aural bouquets teasing cherry-bled sound and fragrance from whetted lips, fasting to shape a comely beckon, moon-fed by dark. Advertisements
She knows who she is, the one who placed a piece of the moon under my tongue when I wasn’t looking, now, when I speak of night, light follows, to gild my bated communion.
It cannot be held in tongues, the veering arc of this perigee, ice-hot moon, rounded, throbbing to full, lightly crushing the sea’s glittering fount of lace.
Hungry ghosts, gorging, moon-bellied, rending gristle from earthly scavenge— my god, these monsters and their appetites, swallowing illusions whole, to feed empty its runes of fire.
At love’s wake, Clemency, claiming the casualty of mask, bleeds gently the half-moon lids of pink and purpose, how we chance to fade into strangers at the risk of memory.
Orion’s numinous belt undone on the sly by Cassiopeia’s nimble, flaring digits, as he proceeds to enter her whorling sphere of glacial fire spread lightly to produce cosmic aaaaaahs and oooohs, while the green-eyed Moon, papal and robust, records the … Continue reading
In childhood’s kingdom, grace-slicked glee and romp– winter moon watching.
White owl, I sometimes wonder if you are an ancient, forgotten breed of swan plumped up on moonlight and mice, elegant dancer’s neck morphed into a tufty bulb, purveying the hidden wisdom of dark woods and underworld flights sourced to … Continue reading
Exultant, by virtue of perigee, fools and moons forever dance and flirt on the candied rim of eternity.
Lighted faith for fools, orphan-heart rigged to wander– every moon Home.