night was never as sweet
as when the moon was warmed on your skin
the stars giggled over in a corner of the sky
and the evening silhouettes whispered jealously
of your comeliness...
all because I happened to notice
a fresh, dark flower
brooding in the glow of candlelight
whose lips glistened like water in moonlight
some sliver of sun still burning upon their
secret smile...
and I was drawn in toward the scent of
plum flavored thoughts of
the deepest color
something exciting the fireflies
and my imagination...
of who you might be
e.12.5.2016
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