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A reflection on his rippled crest The Moon lays lightly down upon his chest she answers him Paris, on the Jersey shore distance like Helene lore Will your ship sail to her then? Harrowing Hectors have sent their horses before and she'll have no more. he is an ocean still silent blue passion, like undercurrents striking him through she would sail over him, in her craft fragile like a paper boat a waxen heart temple afloat to catch currents in her shafts her siren call is piercing shrill the ocean then bends to her will and then, in waves as oceans do it saturates and wets her through and if cleansed, then stripped bare and bathed in moonlight kiss... if she hides it is because she wanes in waxing love and to give her silver light she must appear at night spin coptering fall a nocturnal dance in poem's thrall Look up! she sees him now he wants to catch the moon, somehow she hides in the sun when night is done but she kisses his face at night kisses it with Lunar light the curve of her crescent heavy present. in his hands he can sense the moon has no defense.
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Putting the Moon In Your Pocket
A reflection on his rippled crest The Moon lays lightly down upon his chest she answers him Paris, on the Jersey shore distance like Helene lore Will your ship sail to her then? Harrowing Hectors have sent their horses before and she'll have no more. he is an ocean still silent blue passion, like undercurrents striking him through she would sail over him, in her craft fragile like a paper boat a waxen heart temple afloat to catch currents in her shafts her siren call is piercing shrill the ocean then bends to her will and then, in waves as oceans do it saturates and wets her through and if cleansed, then stripped bare and bathed in moonlight kiss... if she hides it is because she wanes in waxing love and to give her silver light she must appear at night spin coptering fall a nocturnal dance in poem's thrall Look up! she sees him now he wants to catch the moon, somehow she hides in the sun when night is done but she kisses his face at night kisses it with Lunar light the curve of her crescent heavy present. in his hands he can sense the moon has no defense.
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virginie-guillemette
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
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