Woman In The Moon
Through the clouds tonight,
Lifts that veil—
The face, in its shell;
Behind groggy light,
A man's oval eyes stare
In a woman's grasp—
Seen through without being seen,
She rises every night
With her craters' scars.
They enchanted the air
For innocence and touch—
All of her lust.
Copyright © Paige Hind | Year Posted 2023
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