The Wet Moon
Wet moon:
The elegant face
Deep Ocean:
The blue eyes
Crystal clear:
The long neck
Lotus from the lake:
Tiny ****
Honey from jars:
Nip-lets
Veins run through her
Hills and valleys.
White silk space around
Her waist and long legs
The garden is empty.
We both enter:
To embrace the breeze
Kiss the winds,
Follow the streams;
Live below the leaves.
By Williamsji Maveli
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