Cows Can Nearly Say Moon
As i languish in your lunar lick
moonbows hovering in petrol scented skims
coping with copious crescent chapters
Fooling its full face with greying mists that etch like moving scars and wrinkles
Sat in your light, keep me watching while slowly stealing seconds
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2022
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