. The Poet's Beat .

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Monday, December 18, 2017

Over The Moon


She was absolutely over the Moon
I was doomed when she kissed me under sweeping tendrils of toilet tissue
reissued as kite strings swinging like un-tethered astronauts
unclothed knots of human flesh
no rest in the craters and canyons like pioneer pirates
no longer silent sailing the shadows in the Sea of Tranquility
kissing her nipples like the bejeweled hands of the nobility
Queen of Curls
Queen of Cats
ruling most royal a world of this and thats
unsettled in sweaters but better to wear panties than to buy bikinis
standing pale on the shores of the Sea of Serenity
her skin the fields of fertility
in my shower she proves her agility while the water rains warm
still her heart is an ocean of storms

what harm can a single clever girl cause this great wide world??

unfurled she charms like the yellow orb of the full Moon
but on the other side of that constant satellite
sisterhood of the dark sky
eternal night looms.

TA
2014
Image: Phil Noto

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