the porous moon drips wine
into the crystal goblet of fancy
as late night beguiles my skin, reeling
on a friday parade of lights;
my hips oh so beckon, swaggering to and fro..
impossible to deny the celestial ride
of a soul flitting in an out of supple thoughts
when imagination dangles on anklets of stars
as naked rhythm grows, my free will abides
to sip the juice of this one night..
and out on a carnival, Pegasus wheels
the carousel among wooden horses,
sprinkling stardust on a comet ride oh so high
to reel kismet of my heart
tingling flesh against ingot of time...endless,
i will not wake, not yet.
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Fantasy Contest of Shadow Hamilton
23 June 13