~

her tidal forces pull me in,
her halo soothes my soul within;
illuminating, ether's glow,
to my cheek her kisses blow;
lunar whispers draw me deep,
beckon softly, bid me sleep!

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*post script.

tonight's moon, a waxing half, wears a halo full,
above a thin marine layer in my
Pacific Northwest sky.  
difficult to photograph, yet so easy to love!

We are all unique
I'm surprised by the number of people who want to conform

(C) Pixievic 2016

The devil wiggles
Your tongue
And spits lies
Like the fire
Of a thousand suns