Moon Poem #1
Blest Solitude! Nursing again,
lush ample breasts inside
twice starved and shell-shocked lips. When
nightmare-spawned phantoms ride
gale winds of terror’s shrill
screech, she douses their will,
her silent power subtly turning
Diablo’s ship from bow to stern. Bring
forth thine long hidden agony.
Her bosom yields respite for learning
love’s infinite magnanimity.
Copyright © Nancy Jones | Year Posted 2006
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