Lunar Kisses

Kiss of a lunar moth on bare shoulder blades
Shades of violet touch your silent musing lips with light
Underneath rows of praying sister trees, they pause
Kneeling hand in hand for a blessing from the skies
Rain of southern flowers pelt like beautiful animals
Rings of salvaged soul rise from breaths exchange
So familiar and strange is this moment meant to always
Never passion to dismiss from the mad queen's court
With haunted helm and axe of rust ,river banks of ruin
Wealth of promises lie broken among the carious terraces
Into these depthless seas they share she wades, (and he ?)



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-01-01 at 21:03

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