She sits silent
as night collaborates
cursive wind to spoken pines.
Pearl moon silent
she is the main attraction
radiant dream, dark angel lust
thirsting for every eye
to stare
and burn
for the fortune she hides
as her naked pearl shine
illuminates forest wonder.
She will glaze the ice
scurry her light
in ways
that trap your tongue
around the rutilant jewelry
you wish you could wear
leaving night to worship
her perfect crisp blaze
as your enamored pen
falls into a coma
too deep
to speak out.
Her silence is another world
only imagination understands.