Tuesday,
Like almost all my poetry, it takes me a while to get a poem posted here. This was written right after the Super Moon in June:
Like almost all my poetry, it takes me a while to get a poem posted here. This was written right after the Super Moon in June:
Blush
Yellow-white
against black skin,
a cloud
of midnight wanderspast her moody face. There, within
her smoky flesh she wonders
how she
can be so delicately tame,
how day
and dark can shape her,bind her without shame,
blind the beauty of all other.
Her
light is brightest in the grasp
of
night. The branches of the elmstonight call out to her, they gasp;
her glowing stare it overwhelms.
My
simple need to always please
her, to
be near her, watching every moveshe shimmers in the slightest breeze.
And now it’s me who loudly blushes love.
—rrw o6-26-13
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