Naked In the Moon
Naked in the moon
My heart throbs
For canters of wine
On lips of passion
Am I a lover too?
It is the old delusion
Poets drunken with words
Muting love's confession
To the coldness
Of the winds
Her white skin
The alabaster of my dreams
Web my tongue in sin
Engorged with her breast
Leaking erudition
The larva crawls
Upon the surface of the mind
Give it wings
From the breast of the swamp
Flesh becomes manure of mud
The chrysalis must change
For the soul to fly
Her love is not trustworthy
She goes naked
Through embrace
Of yawning windows
Arousing beds
Of dusty desire
In ashen embers of hearts
The moon is false beauty
Just a prostitute of the sun
Not quite Mary Magdalene
My skin chafes like sand
For drops of alabaster oil.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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