Saturday, September 1, 2012

Blue Moon

Yes, deep into the night
the woman seeps out
gently through my skin, blue
and golden green, smokey
with silver markings
of the moon's changes,
She wouldn't talk
yet she hums a modal song,
something I knew long ago.
Wisely and carefully she spins
through her winding rich scent
of those pines near the ocean.
Then sleep, wings reflected
in the trail of light through the waves,
sleep comes so easily,
since we are all together,
all here under the moon.

4 comments:

  1. This is sheer poetic loveliness......wow, what a moon poem you have wrought!!!!!!

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  2. "Yes, deep into the night
    the woman seeps out
    gently through my skin . . ."

    What if everything had both genders in them, ready to share or to dominate one the other. What if we felt that we were indeed
    ". . . all together,
    all here under the moon"?

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