wading a dark rum
it's as if
in the eddied luxuries
the Moon renews herself with
I too
am waiting,
we all those
like me who are
thankful for quiet unfurls
that dreams get sewn
to what can
trail the Goddess
before Dawn
bending to take in her flower
that steals time
her honey-sweet subtle geometry
is nearly imperceptible,
as it peels against
what the dark,
can taste of her skin
and holds hallow
what faces
she might fade
a moment with
and smiles
blind enough
to know
how to swim
where the womb
begins
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