Milky Way
sheets adorn our hips -
a constellation -
drawn of lips and fingertips -
my speckled
rind pairs well with wine -
sip me and I'll sink -
my rocky maritime tide
with laps and
swells - orbiting at the
pull of your magnet -
a cardinal line to my
nocturnal
Devine - I cry - I
cry for your love of
my technicolor dark side.
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Moon
PoetryPillowy sheets caress our constellation drawn of lips and fingertips Your salted rind pairs well with wine and waxes larger with my every rotation Your gravity tugs at the tides of my lapping waters, drawing swells with the pull of a magnet...
