Monday, March 26, 2018

Magnetic Poem

Moon Gliding

The space
between the rain
entwines destiny.
Time shuts itself
between hands-on-skin
as night twists Orion
into a dance
among the stars
and rouses us
with frostry fingers.

I Am Pisces

Imagine a woman
engulfing herself in
the trembing melt
of a moon-finger sea.

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