her moon repletes
hidden with the seven veils
in secret places
foreshadowing
sultry shimmers of flame
of life
budding over
in arms of magnolia
balanced
and naked
where the crow had come to rest
renewed she pulls with force
resolved
magical moments of gravitation
resplendent
eyed
a blush of blue
bent to will
and to want
Categories:
repletes, magic, moon,
Form: Romanticism