~ Selene ~


                         Lasting gliding full moon arching through oak limbs,                                                                               slowly entering earth horizon swelling round till longing night peaks.
                        Moon comes upon your horizon, nights long breath exhales day peeling apart this between.                        Your limbs a pale shimmer of creamy glowing light. Selene, your tracings coat the curves of your embrace, arching upward emersed with glowing sighs that melt places untouched by earth, beneath purrs of chatoyant moonlight.
                        Sweet blending taste swirl into your parted gaze, filling your silhouette.                                                     A breath expired lifts embrace filled within a halo of shimmering pulsing ripples,                                                    moments infinite ring this dance bathed. Become between,                                                                                      rhythmic untwined fingers shutter with the breeze which enters between, parting brushing the blush milky of you.
                       “Moonlight”  your breath pronounces, a murmur beckoning for more.                                                       As this moon settles lower, outlines a coal of night, white merging into earth,                                                                 your light awaiting fullness while inhaling the swirl of me.


~ Sometimes ~






         My child sleeps under the stars
With a stream of stars always revealing
as earth goes round and round
         Sleeping under the stars a summer dreamy
once all was forever in a day
No chains were invented to weigh a soul down
         Just the turning of night into day
become a dreamy blanket under the stars
like the canopy of sky is our tree.

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Cage of a Moonless night


           Only period of a day on earth which frees a soul,
 stimulated under a moonless purple sky.
           From all corners of being or should I say the curves of a face,
 the vesper of a cooler breeze letting you know you’re inhabiting a body.
          Although always the eyes,
 a crease furrows down the face keeping a pulse.
          It is so quiet, a nonhuman stillness,
 one that unlocks the prison of a scorching day.
          Even is even as day flatlines to an evening which frees a soul.
 It is upon your eyes, within this sepal opening voiceless,
 here tiny motes of light dance.
          Always the eyes, always the earth,                                                                                                                        always are we caught in these cycles,                                                                                                                        beholding the sky of stars under a moonless evening.                                                                                                             Wish making in the falling stars in your eyes.

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Elysium sky



               Sweet to your lips , the nectar of the stars for we are in our bodies because of earthy souls that gaze into a reflective pool higher than the veil of day to pierce to the stars, till evening rest upon our weary bones and we take these stars as sweet nectar filling in what modern distraction has eroded away.

               Every moment beneath a sheltering tree, swaying count of a breeze that comes from a faraway canopy. A stream has a beginning branching forth roiling under aquamarine skies. Eyes close to an inward gusty sense once forgotten, while the face side of dream cools. As right as the tepid breeze touches the other side of knowing .

              Share a clue to the scent of longing like a sky without a moon for awhile, shows itself with the turning of earth.
Moth come fly in my light. Your wings pulse with the shimmering stars.
Pick a reflection of a star from your wings and place it inside your thought then sip the nectar of my love.


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