Friday, September 26, 2014

White Moth

Peace of the evening gown lifted
In that shift of changing spectral light
Implicitly weightless, I worship you.

Faintly, gently strip away description.
You are whole cloth. You are not
Anything I may ever be. Shade me.

The corridor fills with moonlight.
Piece of the moon interfere with me.
You feint a wing and bare me, kiss.

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