Blue Moon

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Pink suns melt on low horizons,

make way for the blue moon

-once, now is shining on faces full of afterthought-

                     laughter and love

           trickle so easily from your heart

                                                    wait watch your fountain heart, sweet

lest it run dry, and then what of it?

long suffering Saturday night, I should let it be,

watch the clouds above me,

pink and ploughed by reflecting ocean currents

in a sea of white coral reefs

but I never learn, no, I never learn

I have taken my time, to ponder you once more

and in doing so, return to the skeleton

of my own snare, wonder its ivy chains and thorny locks.

Sunday morning curls itself in grey cumulus

my night was dream doodled, and I waken with Poppy stood

claws digging at my ribs -a wag in her tail, and many many kisses.

'Breakfast time,' she says. 

Did you sleep well?

(13th April 2014)