Obolus
Light brush dabble rose
Hues of waning ember
Upon cheeks lightly flame
Over eyes of silver
Her body seems cold,
Because she is lost in the fold
…of the moonlight
Stone boat even keel clips
To south star, Octantis touch
Reflection fierce seduce
Beneath blue lips, Obolus conceal
He body seems cold
Because she is lost in the fold
…of the moonlight
Draw clean the sins, light of torch, extol
With hot breath shallow flush
Words restlessly rolling
Quaint metaphors divide, senses bleeding tide
Her body seems cold
Because she is lost in the fold
…of the moonlight
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2023
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