Nocturnal leisure
quiet sounds, albeit
sky alive .
Luna sings, to sleep, with lullabies
the atmosphere with moon song eyes.
Heart , heart of the lesser forsaken
breathe , breathe the night
and harvest the stars of the mistaken.
It is we, similar positivity, received
by the pheromone release
of dusk fallen attraction .
To where the maypole
collects the ribbons ,
dancing into the wandering eye ,
of a moonlit glow, hand in hand , heart in arms ,
in elegance , the love and the night.
With oncoming morning landscape , cradling time
and lingering in the dead of night, a paradise of physical sensation.
It is we , similar positivity, received
by the pheromone release
of dusk fallen attraction..
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Comments
Really like this poem
Wow, breathtaking imagery, Chris! Lovely lines :)
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Thank you ,Jaylisbeth ! ? I really appreciate that . :) :)
The magic of the moon, beautifully expressed, CE.
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