Mystic Moon
She gleams lusciously
waking evening with melon hues,
tendrils of roasted flames drip of crystal
orange sensation. And so, in the glide
of August nestling on cherries, bouquets,
and wine--- I relish Mystic Moon’s tones
bursting into a luster of desire, a sheer
madness on wheat fields near and far…
Oh how she blazes more daring
than midsummer, flitting as a woman
whose spirit enters inside my pores
on a clear skyline. Like the glaze
she was born from, Mystic Moon thrusts
her citrine arms fluid, wild, loving;
her feverish way of tasting her own moment
highlighting the stencils of open light;
as she gleams, oh so lusciously!.
Theme #5--The Moon Contest
sponsored by SKAT
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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