Oh Moons Tendrils
that snake by half dipped clouds
where cold holds its stance
to feel winds tasting treats
In blue black hues
oil slick caught swirls
those ashen veins
that hide between
her slipping glance
and dainty stars
clamour for her might
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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