I Am Ipomoea Muricata
From twilight’s train, my lover’s grace,
In whispered song of shadowed pearl,
Just out of reach, her lumened face.
From twilight’s train, my lover’s grace,
Now opened for a cool embrace;
With dawn’s encroach, an inward twirl.
From twilight’s train, my lover’s grace,
In whispered song of shadowed pearl.
Ipomoea Muricata – Also known as “moonflower”
blooms at night and closes with the dawn
05 May 2015
Copyright © David Mohn | Year Posted 2015
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