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Moonrise
Slowly it rises,
stroked gently to life by
dusk’s ever-grown darkness;
yet unmet needs realized
by heavens and earth
on this autumn’s night.
On the horizon,
the bulbous orb
so glowingly throbs;
it slipping against you,
heart and hips opened
to accept its fullness.
Breaths then quicken,
us warmed by heat
of fire and touch;
movement in unison,
against each other at
this moonrise pace.
Brightened its glow,
it reaching more deeply
toward heated darkness;
then into spasms splashed
of ecstatic stars and wetness
by the full moon’s light.
stroked gently to life by
dusk’s ever-grown darkness;
yet unmet needs realized
by heavens and earth
on this autumn’s night.
On the horizon,
the bulbous orb
so glowingly throbs;
it slipping against you,
heart and hips opened
to accept its fullness.
Breaths then quicken,
us warmed by heat
of fire and touch;
movement in unison,
against each other at
this moonrise pace.
Brightened its glow,
it reaching more deeply
toward heated darkness;
then into spasms splashed
of ecstatic stars and wetness
by the full moon’s light.
Published 24th Oct 2018
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