"plenilune" poems
What counsel has the hooded moon
Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet,
Of Love in ancient plenilune,
Glory and stars beneath his feet -- -
A sage that is but kith and kin
With the comedian Capuchin?
Believe me rather that am wise
In disregard of the divine,
A glory kindles in those eyes
Trembles to starlight. Mine, O Mine!
No more be tears in moon or mist
For thee, sweet sentimentalist.
4k
a combustion of memories
fiercely illuminates the night sky
with a blazing spectrum of red.
amber,
vermilion,
scarlet.
underneath our last plenilune,
the distance between us narrows as rapidly as our
heartbeat's crescendo.
we surrender.
into each other's embrace,
diminuendo.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC